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Getting Through : Creative Writing
me | from mia1 - Sunday, November 27, 2005 accessed 999 times i love holidays They reward failure but shun success They see you in the mire and they kiss the mud off your feet you drive up in the car built with your sweat and blood and they pick the lint off your clothes Come to me with a needle in your arms you say and the sweat of a whores long night and I will embrace you Come with the grandchild and hope of a new life and I disown you slap me love me hate me but don't ignore me but say it be honest stop lying, i'm your child your blood your body why why hate me love me hurt me feet swollen pain of living fear of dying who will care for my own, my loves, did you ever think of that? Did you ever think of dying so many orphans you made them I share your blood I share your likeness I don't share your soul learned it the hard way learned it alone the cries of my firstborn showed me the bond must not be broken you broke our bond I never knew until it was too late |
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