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thalaiva


Oh what do I say to the moms that don't feel loved,
Y'all wouldn't; even if it was in the voice of God himself above.

You say it so often that what we provided was never enough,
Knowing full and well that we can never repay so we bluff.

To remain in your presence will forever be an honour,
Just to learn how to love making every mistake being the goner.

Prepared for the world and all its saliva,
I go into the world carrying your name. #thalaiva.