Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

You left without a goodbye. 

You have forgotten me.

I'm just something you have.

Or had.

You never call.

And when you do you think a sorry can fix months worth of silence. 

Do you ever think of me?

Am I just a after thought.

You don't know a DAMN thing about me.

Your the reason I close down on people.

You have let me down so many times.

I wanna hate you.

But I can't.

The End

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