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Blindly we reach out with desparate hands
grasping for what we lacked as a child
Father never around on the nine to five
only to come home to obscenities wild
Mother witheld affection, mind always gone
lost in her longing for a life not hers
now we’ve grown up only to follow suit
searching for replicas of our fathers and mothers
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