Babby don’t live here no more. Momma was a filthy fucking whore. Taking men of all shapes and sizes, ignoring helpful voices and chastises. The elephant in the room grew and grew. Friends and family, they all already knew. There is only one thing for me to do.

Pleas for help will do no good. Peas and carrots, eat I should. “You don’t know what’s right, momma” plunging the knife. Struggling with all her might, she could have been somebodies wife. But she wasn’t. Momma was a filthy fucking whore. Yet still I adore. Forever I will morn.

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