rebecca

She took my son, abused my soul

 

Perhaps now you will see, my diverse nature

 

Lessons hard learned, like the fire that burns

 

My devious and condescending nature, pandering to the wishes, rather; defending

 

Your place in my heart, we are not made to be alone

 

Do what feels right; or falter in plight

 

Perhaps you will see, perhaps you will fight

 

 

 

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