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Unbalanced


Tipsy was she

It was only 4 in the evening

She doesn't understand how it affected me

"more" she kept pleading

I was the caretaker

She kept sipping and it just got later and later

I often wondered if she cared

Late night driving and I was scared

Now I am an adult

I realized it wasn't my fault

But, I still love her

Because she is my mother

 

 

 

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