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I wrote this poem about my mother.



A promise made is a promise broken to me.

Why is it so hard to see what it does to me?

All throughout my life so few promises were kept,

and in the night I wept.

A promise made is a promise broken to me.

You're making it so I can't trust a soul.

If you could see what you're doing to me,

then maybe you'd stop and just listen.

For one in your life I wish

that you'd stop and just listen to me

and what I have to say to you.

Then maybe you'd understand

why I feel the way I feel the way I do towards you.

But I want you to know I still love you.



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