By Amaris   

My mother always tries her best to show me right from wrong, Knowing everything she's been through i try to get along,
I'm not the perfect daughter but my heart bending love for her growing very wrong,
Time's we fight and argue time's i wanna scream,
But i cry to you no matter the age because I know you're there for me.

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