"The Mom Game"

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"As the tears on my face sting like a wasps nest." I realize this must be the devils den for if I'm not in hell then where the fuck am I . For everytime venom fell from her red stained lips tainted by the smell of coffee at exactly 2:00 pm in the afternoon sun burning bright.i think I felt alittle fright. For every stinky bitch I was called I think I died just alittle more inner world decaying and flattening colder then the earths core at midnight.I think I died even further the more she had said "are you trying too make my marriage come asunder with only the deepest of grime'',with a look of angry in her eye either that or that bleak tone of voice she rose too the heavens to yell at me gave it away the unspoken words. "I wish you were never
born" .None the less years a moment of silence for my happiness ,but now she's forgotten years long ago the acetone coming from her previous days .So I guess we'll play the mom game r.i.p to the truth but that's ok I'll guess we'll play the mom game.
~The End~(Sincerely me).

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 19, 2019 ⏰

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