the love that forms everything tears up |
send me an angel, make me an angel, walk me through this world, don't leave me alone |
love you love me ma |
i wish i wasn't so emotionally dependent on machines |
but if i was a dog fen serious i'd be a stray man |
look here fen no i don't want to |
mother stands for comfort mother stay mum |
can't see the blogosphere |
it's everything we don't understand. the weight of it, a kind of pain. it's a lesson. we absorb it. we numb it. |
it's so true the cliche though even though it represents like a slave wrenched from mother and i'm a paleface with a mother in florida sometimes i do, do feel like a motherless child. |
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