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Little Girl and Her Mother
There was once a little girl who would do anything for her mother
She laughed, smiled, and desired no other
She was just a little baby
Whom her mother would always hold
She did what she was told
Her heart was made of gold
But one day her daddy left
and things started to change
he wasn't a good person,
Her life rearranged.
Her mother was so strange.
She began to see the world for what it truly was,
The girl realized, the world is full of lies
"Dry your eyes, no more cries"
She would whisper to her mother
who couldn't get to sleep
She would stay till she heard not a peep
And everything again changed, when her mother met the creep.
They had relied on each other,
And this new man brought her a brother
Too many years did that little girl spend
Trying to soothe all her mother's loose ends
She began to get dull, she began to get full
She was eating too much bulls---
It messed with the thing inside her skull
The new man and new brother
Were never any good
They stole her fire, ate her flame,
and destroyed everything they could
But the mother needed the new man
And the new man needed his son
So the little girl, who wasn't so little any more
never got to have any fun.
She laughed, smiled, and fit the perfect mold
But heart had grown cold
It was now a rusty gold.
She hid and shivered from the old,
The old her was gone, her new smile was two-fold.
Her mother just abandoned her,
When the man and brother were mean
Her mother never thought it was bad enough,
That her little baby would scream
Now the girl hates her mother
She would have any other
She was failed as a child,
Her happiness is smothered.
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