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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

MOTHER’S DAY, SMOTHERS DAY




Why did you hurt me? WHY?

Yes, that is correct.  You read it correctly.  Good for you.  So can you relate?  Do you know how it feels to have your own mother try to suffocate you with a pillow?  If you do, then you understand the pain I feel, the emptiness I feel, the longing for a Mother’s love.  It never goes away…that dream of feeling a gentle touch, a caring touch, a touch that does not cause pain.  I would give anything to be able to go back and make it all different.  But, instead I will continue to bleed for you Mother Dear.  I will continue to suffer at your hands.  I will honor and obey you in spite of your evil.  Why can’t you just leave me alone and get out of my head.  Go away.  Leave me alone.  I want to be free.  I want to be liberated from your prison.  Haven’t you kept me in your shackles long enough?  When will you ever be satisfied?  I know…when I finally sacrifice my life for you…but, haven’t I already done that?

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