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Worrying My MomMy mom called last night to ask how I was, I didn't want to let her know that my head was in a fuzz. I didn't let her know, how I've been crying for the past few days, worrying my mom, I didn't want to do I wouldn't be fair, that way. I'm not that kind of person I know she wants to be there for me, making my mom worry so much I simply cannot let that be. Copyright Cynthia Jones Aug.9/2007 I would have told her what was going on with me, but she's had it rough for quite a while now. She suffered with a nervous breakdown not too long ago. I didn't want to feel like I was burdening her with what I was going through. I was having an extremely rough time, getting over the loss of my Dad. :'o( Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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