I know I ain't good daughter.
And I don't know what makes a "Mom's daughter".
I started learning and keep on trying.
With tons of mistakes & failures, I keep trying.
Sorry Mom, upset you always me.
But blamming me won't set us free.
It brought us Pain.
Like a heart full of Rain.
Mom, you might not think "I love you".
But I really do.
The process might be long, and our hearts could be torn.
But someday before you gone, I'll prove you wrong.
I ain't good daughter.
Sorry, I am your daughter.
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