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Dec 2019
I never thought that I would ever
Experience such hurt,

The things I would do
To reverse this curse.

The amount of rain that has fallen
In the past few hours
Wouldn't measure up to the tears
That have rolled from my cheeks
Onto this hospital floor.

Although this fight isn't over,

The Mother that has honored
My life in many ways
And has taught me how to pray
Is getting close to her last days.

No matter how many heart beats,
No matter how many wiggly lines go up and down that screen,
My Mother will always and forever be my Queen,

She knows that all I will do is just pray
And cry harder.
Syomone
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Syomone  31/F/Baton Rouge
(31/F/Baton Rouge)   
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