Great Mother

The reason I am writing this is a reason thats unknown. Look at my wrist and you'll find out why I tend to act so cold. You bring me hell with every damn word you say directly to me. You make me wanna hit you with every cuss word that comes from your mouth. But what I wanna know right here right now as you read this and see my body laying useless. Why wouldn't you be the Great Mother I always dreamed of you being?

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