A Mother’s love
Detest away.
Whatever you say.
Have it your way.
Who cares anyway?
It doesn’t matter if it’s true.
It’s what you believe… you.
Words from mouths.
No matter how it sounds.
No matter what they say.
You’ll believe it anyway.
So, detest me away.
Hate me twenty four hours a day.
Because to me - I just don’t care.
When were you ever there?
Remember what you said…
I’d be better off dead.
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