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Feb 2018
I wish I was my mother's daughter
The real one, to be sure
I wish I was the baby
To which she had birthed
I see the way she looks at me
With love, but differently
Than the love that I see
When she looks at her real baby
I wish I was my mother's daughter
The real one, to be sure
Samantha
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Samantha  18/F/Waiting for Freedom
(18/F/Waiting for Freedom)   
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       mjad, Alie, Grace, Keita and Carson Alexander Defelice
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