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You didn't like my Mom,
so you tried to use me against them,
You manipulated me against them,
On every little mistake of mine ,you  questioned their upbringing.
You made me a pawn in your games.
And, didn't it ever cross your mind,
That I was just a child,
Too young to be stuck between your wicked games?

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