Mágoa

Mother dearest
You left me too soon
I wanted him to go
Mother dearest
Every night I heard you yell
Every night he still drinks
Mother dearest
Why did you have to leave?
His fists find me now
Mother dearest
I feel left behind
I can’t fight back
Mother dearest
I’m growing cold now
Please leave room

 


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