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.      **(              |                      •    ||    )    (   •|               |                ) (          |||     •  |  ) \\   |        |   // \\ || •   | // •       ••     •• •like clockwork,   her day would begin •pressures of life like no one could imagine•toting the crushing weight upon her tiny shou- lders•responsibilities and expectations that would overwhelm before she falters•she'd *** ble as she groans her duress•her skin would crack to release pent up stress•then there would come a day •her exhausted veins would rupture and then give way •she has the most terrible temper•but we would still flock to her•why?........when time and again she offers us strife• simply because she provides, she gives us life•**
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
My Mom
.      **(              |                      •    ||    )    (   •|               |                ) (          |||     •  |  ) \\   |        |   // \\ || •   | // •       ••     •• •like clockwork,   her day would begin •pressures of life like no one could imagine•toting the crushing weight upon her tiny shou- lders•responsibilities and expectations that would overwhelm before she falters•she'd *** ble as she groans her duress•her skin would crack to release pent up stress•then there would come a day •her exhausted veins would rupture and then give way •she has the most terrible temper•but we would still flock to her•why?........when time and again she offers us strife• simply because she provides, she gives us life•**
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
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