I can’t be your mother, you are mine

water too cold, biscuit too sweet

tea won’t work

I can’t drink or eat

my stomach shrinks but

grows with pain

You let me down and

I want You to feel the same-

way as I did when You

drugged me, then

hugged me,

every night before bed

You wanted to love me

but punished me instead

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