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Oct 2012
I held her cold, dead hand
I kissed her lifeless face
Memorizing every moment
Knowing that I would never feel the comfort of a mother's love again.
Her selflessness was her demise
She neglected and gave all of herself
She smiled so big
She spoke soothing words
She needlessly apologized
All in her last hours
Jessica H
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Jessica H  29/Cisgender Female/Austin, Texas
(29/Cisgender Female/Austin, Texas)   
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