The gifts, they don’t hug you back. They don’t fill the gaps where love should be. I craved something you can’t wrap in a bow—real care, the kind only a mom can give.
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discipline, damage, and defiance
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The gifts, they don’t hug you back. They don’t fill the gaps where love should be. I craved something you can’t wrap in a bow—real care, the kind only a mom can give.