Mum,
You are not right.
Mum,
People aren’t born to fight.
Mum,
All I want is to be happy.
Mum,
Why you call me unlucky?
Mum,
Why you’ll hurt your children on purpose?
Mum,
We do know life is no bed of roses.
Mum,
Why don’t you understand
I hate you being always dissatisfied?
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