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FOR MAMA...
by Jaimie

Some things happen I understand this.
Not all good things not all bad.
I understand the pain, the envy,the hurt, the loss.
I understand it all.

But I just don't get it.
The kid inside of me, weak as a day old bowl of jell-o left in the sun.
The kid inside of me,quivering with fear.
The kid inside of me,hurting and crying out in agony.
Lonely, numb,miserable. So hungry.
Always screaming for love,for caring, for understanding.
It all goes unheard...

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