dearmommy
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O Mommy
O Mommy
I was counted out, you was counted out.
16 and pregnant, nothing to be proud of
You loved me, when I couldn’t even love me
Dear Mommy,
I don’t know if you remember but, I remember a simpler time when it was just me and you...
alone in the car with only our thoughts and radio. To be specific, the quiet storm.
