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Mother
Contributed by
skinny-little-punk
on
Wednesday, 17th July 2002 @ 08:15:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The movements were established, the routine set and routinely painful.
Get in the car, baby, we’re going to work.
There was no more comfort in the world. I was sick with sins.
Why did you do this?
It’s your choice if you want to give yourself away. You can’t choose for another.
I forgot how to feel during one of those times when I was crouched down low and the lights were low,
One of those times when I lost a piece of my soul.
My consciousness is erratic, and I see myself like film rolls,
With you as some insane director, snipping and splicing until it’s all one scene.
One thing is another and I realize I’m stuck in the loop you shoved me in.
I hope you’re happy.
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2002-07-17 20:15:21] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Mother
(User Rating: 1 ) by Chrissie on
Wednesday, 17th July 2002 @ 11:06:33 PM AEST (User
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This has made me cry and lost for words other than to say you convey the pain and emotion exceptionally well in this piece
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