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Get well soon mumMidnight bordering on Monday morning But tonight i don't care about another day dawning Seeing you today in your hospital gown Trying to smile and not feel down Tubes and needles in your arms But still you mange to posses charms As i feel my eyes build up with waters tears And my body chokes on its worse fears I fail badly to make eye contact As we talk about things like Maurice the cat But i feel my heartbreaking And my body aching I cry, and tell you i love you And realise i only say this when things are bad, thats true Not knowing whats wrong, seeing you in pain All my nightmares keep me insane But there's something i want to say from the middle son Please get well soon, and i love you mum! - Vote for this poem -
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