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Mommy don't preach


It was the other day

when you looked me in my face

and told me that you were done

Done with my bullshit

Done with my smart witt

Done with my attiude that never quit

I'm sorry I did this

I'm sorry I failed

I'm sorry I didn't check if you were well

But forgive my actions

And here my words

I love you Momma

And that hurts

 

 

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