I realized I'll never be her son...the who gets the most of her but no I'll be the one who gets the worst of her, the one who gets the arguments and the "I'm so disappointed" conversation. But it's ok I know my place and won't chase her for her love, but I hate being in this place with just me and my tears and this big pile of fears, But it's ok I know she loves me a certain kind of way but just not like her son.
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Poems❤️
PoesiaJust a book of my poems hope you guys like them❤️and pls don't steal them guys I'm the original author my name is zy'onna
