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Oct 2017
She was lost and couldn’t find herself,
and none of her empty words could hide it.
Just a typical ****** plain and simple.

She died alone on the road at twenty eight,
but everybody saw that end coming.

In a tragic twist of good luck her son never knew her.
Although a part of him had always secretly wanted to.

Those years without a mother’s warmth was a pure frigid hell.
Written by
TexasRambler  M/TX
(M/TX)   
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   B Chapman
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