Leaving for College
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Mom,
Would you listen?
Would you understand?
If I could tell you
How I despise the man
You have forced me to know.
I want you to know
No longer can I open up
I look up at the night, with all my might, in attempt to hide the fear, without shedding a tear, i look at her and say, i think of you every day, you were my first love, as pure as a dove, yet this cannot work, i dont mean to be a jerk, thinks jus
