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Mom


She lays on her bed

waiting for mom to return

as she called her mom she laid down her head

no answer, her heart burned

things were missing, depression occurs

how could mom take what wasn't hers

she was gone for days

with her life creating a haze

without the money for bills

she turned to pills

and the pipe

then robbing people got her hyped

missing mom was hard

but next time she sees her she'll be behind bars

 

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