I don't love you
I never meant to live without my mother and never wished to be raised under your caress
You are wicked
I curse being parented under your hands
I don't trust you with my slightest wish
My mother is all I look up to
I can't contain being your friend
Mummy blotted me out with pain that you never went through
And you want to be my mother
Mother your aborted blood and not me
I can't contain your nuisance "mummy"
Love my Dad but not me
I look up to non of you
I can't trust either of you
The roof is at rage because of your own guilts
Recall your past and promise to give Daddy my follower.
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