the apple doesn't fall far from the tree..

...one comes from the other but neither resemble, you see?

This would my my mother and I. I will never be the mother that she is but I will take a few things with me. She has sacrificed a lot for her children, for the things that we need and want. But she doesn't know how to love beyond that.

Listen to me mama! Hear me, feel me! I'm crying out to you but you don't see it because you're wrapped up on how you think things are going on. Stop and fucking listen for once! You're not always right. Let me talk to you. Why won't you let me just talk?

I'm your fucking apple.