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The things you say
they cut into me They echo in my head and never go away They never make me happy ..all the things said... Tear me apart The things you shout 'Go die!' 'Get out!' can you not see? they make me cry? God, they make me so unhappy Echoing through out my head ...all the things said.. Shadow against my heart 'Commit suicide' 'You're so stupid' And I apologize that I never died your words burn me like acid ...the things that were said.. Were made to hurt me from the start The things you say Are not kind and were never meant to come from a parent A mother should never tell their child to go away or keep them out of their mind And your absence of love is all too apparent.
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