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Flowers, starting to wither
November 21, 2022
I hate my mother
and I feel bad about it
we're neglecting each other
it's running in our blood, I guess
Mother, it hurts
It's like you're ripping me
Limb to limb
I will be soon next to nothing
If I hate you
Then that means that I also hate myself
Because deeply inside my heart,
We are one
If the parallel universe was true
I hope that you are not my mother there
For you to find your happiness
And pursue your dreams
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