Living at Mom’s Home

Sometimes you cannot breathe.

When you are being choked,

It’s hard to breathe.

The tightening and gasping for sweet, loving air,

You cannot breathe it fresh.

Only through the poison, the filter of her hate,

Will you see the world and yourself.

But once you will become free,

The freedom of air is yours.

Breathe, someone, breathe,

Breathe, woman, breathe.

And you will continue on.


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