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Wednesday, January 15, 2025

The Love of a Mother

Momma in my mind you’re already dead. I spent the first twenty years of my life grieving for the relationship we never had. I hate carrying this grief inside my chest, And now that you’re really dying I don’t know if I can stomach losing you again.  

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