my mom taught me
2025-03-22
my mom taught me to be a doer
not think not contemplate just do while it’s still fresh in your sights
don’t let it simmer and anchor itself down there
well then i got traumatized and became a beer
she said to say hi and bid farewell
i neither said hi nor farewell
WELL SORRY MOM LIFE HAS A WAY OF KNOCKING THE WIND OUT OF YOU
thank you for understanding
for your love in absence as i wasn’t attached
i am a doer of a home for myself now ma!
thank you for the lessons!
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