Mum is dying, mum is leaving fore-e-e-e-ever

You won't get what you want because you never gave us what we needed.
We carried our own pain by ourselves. You never helped. We used to be good people, we used to forgive and forget. See that wound deep in our souls. See it'll never heal. You're just about to find out: what goes around comes around. It's not about deserving some fate. It's just about what you get. You take this grief or it will take the upper hand.

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