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My mum, my bones

My bones 

Sometimes they really hurt 

My mother has arthritis and it makes me freak

Will I become like that

My fingers curling and hard to mend

Hard to touch or hard to grab 

It kills me inside that I can’t do justice

I cannot make that pain go away

Like a massive wave sinking me and her 

She becomes more fragile and it’s hard to bear 

When will it stop 

When will ...

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