Here I sit, crying on the floor.
The pain is inevitable, my Mother hurts me.
Not physically, but emotionally.
She makes me think things I don't want too.
She makes me tired, yet I don't want anything to happen to her.
I love her.
And I know tomorrow she will be the kind women she always is, just like every fight.
Tomorrow I'll ignore her, but soon get over it.
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