Poem 6

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I'm so sick and tired of the holiday phone calls
I'm so sick and tired of the once a month phone calls
I'm so sick of the "I'll send you birthday money"
I don't want your money mom
I want you
I'm so sick and tired of the failed attempts to come see me
I want to talk to you
I want a mother daughter conversation
I want that connection we never had mom

But you know drugs are more important than your daughter and they will always be more important than me.

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