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I been trying to write a poem on Jason and his mom, I know their relationship was close. They loved one another and only
friends they both had. Since the day his mom died, I wrote this in his view.
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Mama, after seeing you die
I had to revenage your death
You did mine, my time
to the flavor.
My only friend,no matter
what I looked liked.
I was your flesh and blood
A mom's love for her child
is comforting
I'm fighting for your memory
Killing every person
in my sight
Crystal Lake is my home
No one gets out alive
all dead.
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