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That time of the day you may behold,

When nothing brings a feeling of concern.

Your mother gets mad and gives you a scold:

“Young lady, when will you grow up and learn?!”

You walk into your room without a bark,

keeping down your head to avoid a stare.

A tucked tail between your legs in the dark,

“I did not do anything! I swear!”

You start to count the dots on the ceiling:

One, two… five… twelve, the world spins with no end,

Your mother left a scar with no healing.

Time is ticking and you realize you’ll have to mend

The bridge of love you destroyed with hate

“Mother, I did not mean to irritate.”