October 17, 2008
Mother hear me.
Friction, like road rash.
Painful, yet subtle.
Scars, permanent like ink.
Yelling and screaming.
Like nails on a chalkboard.
Mother hear me.
Fights forgotten.
Put all aside.
A new start.

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