A Rose Garden Life
(fact)
Life was a rose garden to me
until I started dealing with freaks violating my life.
Me and my son doesn't even hardly speak any more
For we use to get along until the freaks became a problem about that.
Now the only person he speaks to is his therapist and me have no clue of anything that goes on until he's suddenly remembered I'm the one who's is his mother not the freaks that's pretending to be.
I am not angry with my son regardless, for they always say young and stupid old and wise and I already did mines.
The disgrace of humanity is far worse than what it was when I was younger, I see even a fool would defend those that are guilty.until they become victimized as well like the freaks did to me and my young.
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