I once had a mother
Who was always there for me.
But she met someone,
more important then her family.
She left without a goodbye,
only a tearful agurement with my father.
She left us to start over with a man who
left his family out in the cold.
I lost my mother,
my guide through life.
Now growing inside her is a new life,
someone more important.
She doesn't need us,
even though I need her.
I lost my mother to a man.
We were her flesh and blood,
but that not enough for her.
this is old i don't feel that way anymore i just liked it
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