you come
to me
with me
and i should
should be
happy
thrilled
but i feel
miserable
rotten
like trash
each time
every time
all the
time
cant deal
dont
want to
move
want to
sleep
need to
fold up
curl
into a
ball
disappear
evaporate
leave me
be
but you come
for a
visit
refuse to
leave
and now
i know
im reminded
im not a mother.
period
and then
i forget
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