That Thing.
I over used that thing
I took that thing for granted
that thing I can't live without.
I loved that thing,
and I abused that things love
but each day that thing comes right back to me like nothing happen.
I would yell, I would scream
and speak hurtful words at that thing
and each day that thing was there right beside me
That thing I can't live without,
That thing I agrue with,
That thing I would take a bullet for.
That thing is my mom.
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