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Jan 11
She cares about me,
for my needs.
Forgives or admires me,
for my deeds.
No one is like her,
not any being.
She is my mother,
my everything.

She wipes my tears,
with her hands.
My all sorrows, pains and fears,
she understands.
Even in great suffer,
she keeps smiling.
She is my mother,
my everything.
Written by
Iliyas  18/M/Ausa
(18/M/Ausa)   
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     Fawn, --- and Lila
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