Pluck fruits; let the tree be,
I am your mother,
Hurt me no further,
Coz like me you’ll get no other.
I love you and will always do,
By your actions reply ‘I love you too’,
You’ve lived by the motto ‘Just do it’,
And I’ve torn into pieces bit by bit,
You’ll regret and in vain you’ll say ‘Oh shit’!
Love me now or never,
Or you’ll regret forever.
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