Purity
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Church.
The only word my mother seems to talk about.
She based my whole childhood around it.
I could never make my own friends or listen to the kind off music I liked.
She believes that I am pure and that I love going to church.
As a matter of fact, I despise church.
Don't get me wrong, it's not because of her, my mother is one of the best.
But I know exactly who she is, and her mask doesn't fool me one bit
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