Not sure how I feel
Some days I think I miss you.
Other times I'm mad.
Sometimes I'm glad your gone but at the same time I am sad.
I often stop and remember one of the memories you have shared.
When you told me that your mom never really cared.
You said you dream about her but she never ever talks.
But I would say you're just like her a two face back stabbing mom.
I love you but I hate you it messes with my grief because I'm not sure how I feel now that you're deceased
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