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Honestly mom, it's fine

Dad either way always says: ,,Crying brings you nothing" So why do you cry mom? To show me you are sorry? That I still don't know how to close my shoelaces and how to read fluently? When you cry mom, you make my bathtub full of foam. I hate foam mom, it doesn't bring warmth. The little bubbles show me, the other way around. I am stucked in this weird ongoing yellowish shrunked bubbles mom. I always used to get in the eye. I hate when the sky turns yellow mom, Skies are blue. And not see for two days. I don't need to be cleaned. I need something to fall asleep. Can I borrow your pills?

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