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Life's been crazy,
I've missed a few days
I've been disappointed,
Excuses have been made
It's funny how responsibility shifts
I thought I was the daughter?
Nevermind, I'll raise my brother.
Maybe a midlife crisis will bring clarity
I hope you love your grandson more on the other side.
I'm tired of being the only one trying and blamed. 
I'll call it even if you just stay. 

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