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Always forlorn
Even before her child was born
She was now no longer a boppin teen
The world was now
Cruel when it had once seemed just mean
No father to help
Her world had fallen
She began to feel death a’callin
Her life was gone
She had but one choice she chose to silence
Her once unwavering voice
She grabbed the razor she struck with might
And forever her son will cry
From Mom’s last kiss goodnight