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Apr 11
Hung a picture on the fridge,
while you were smoking cannabis.
Did you even notice?

I was too young to realise,
your mother was playing favourites and I,
I could never compete.

Always wanted to do you proud,
But I’m looking back at it all now.
Is the point for you just to love me?
How sad my grandmother doesn’t act like one.
Jay Lewis
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Jay Lewis  28/F/United Kingdom.
(28/F/United Kingdom.)   
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