.... When I cry You laugh with sharpened teeth and fiery breath The way I scream and fall to the floor amuses you The way you stare at me and point at me with sharpened fingernails Scratching at me until everything I have is gone... Mom I wonder why this is so fun for you Why you think this is a game You gave birth to me and treat me Like nothing but scraps Mom... this isn't you But this is what tou've become...
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