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You can't see that I am hurting.
Though it's your knife, that makes me bleed.
But you've got what you want now,
And it's clear it isn't me.
Your chance to do it over.
And all you have to give, is love.
What you denied me as my mother.
You freely give my son.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2015
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