I love my Mom.
And since the terribleness I'm realizing how much she means to me.
But she is living with me now, and I'm also realizing how dissimilar we are.
She doesn't understand me, never will, and subtly treats me as if I were a child.
In the end though, these things don't really matter. She's there for me, and desires the best for me.
I'd be a fool to demand more.
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Wonder what it feels like to be in love?
How would you describe it, like a push or shove?
Guess I could pretend that this is all I need
Wanting more than what I have might appear as greed.
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