To Parents

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There is love,
There is hate,
There is joy,
There is anger,

I mess up, you punish,
I do good, you reward,

I beg, you buy,
You ask, I lie,

Do I trust you? Yes,
Do you trust me, I guess?

But I will always love you,

Back and forth we continue to go,
As you wither and wrinkle,
And I continue to grow,

This cycle goes on for years and years,
But the struggle pays off in joyful tears,

We argue, we fight, almost every single night,

It's exasperating for me too,
But I mess up and mess up because I love you.

q.v

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