A child is lost, unable to cry
whisked far away, no-one knew why
her crime had a cost, she saw on that day
she had many a child, their fate she knew not
she lived her life wild, all her children forgot
Kelly Kasper-Blake 2001
Dear Mom, At some point in my life I became all the things I Hated about you. Love, Your Daughter
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