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Dec 2015
Once upon a time there was a woman.
But this wasn't just any woman, you see.
She was the strongest seed.

She flourished and bloomedΒ Β 
and grew up through the dirt
Despite her pain and hurt.
She was the strongest seed.

As she grew on, she pollinated
something within side of me.
This very woman gave life
to a mere seedling like me.

You see, this woman is my mother
and this seedling is me.
And although i am incomparable to her
She gave me the strength to one day
become a beautiful prospering tree.

-Thank you for all that is me,
you taught me how to grow.

(s.m.)
syd
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syd  blood bank
(blood bank)   
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