Awake past midnight
my room is gaining heat
candles every corner
light switch with no power
be careful in the shower
mourning mother in her bedroom
No money to deposit
young daughter
about to bloom
Pulls out her purse
tears as her hard work goes to pay
for the house they can’t afford to stay.
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Author:
Curls (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Sadly beautiful, I hope something happens to ease this time in your life.
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