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Jul 2019
I never had to think once,
whether she loved me or not,
cause she was always there,
living her life for me,
unconditionally loving me,
creating an ambiance where i could thrive,
become someone i wanted to be.

my life is her's, is it wrong to say so?
your mother was there!
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