Messy

My mother said it would be messy, messy moments, people, my own body parts, messy situations, messed up lives, messed up minds. Be careful the mess you make, mess with others at your own peril, mess around if you don't belong. Make messes that make sense, that you know how to clean up. Mess up, mess with, messy way to be, if it doesn't feel dirty, is it still a mess. Mother says in her own messy ways. Mother stays a mess inside, can mess rub off infect others near. Will the messy mental survive the holocaust on the inside. Was it really such a mess when she tried her best. Was it so unforgiven that mess created by the deceased now.
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