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Feb 2020
It’s in the quiet moments the reality seeps back in
She is losing her mother but isn’t sure when
She’s trying to be ok and just enjoy the time but that **** clock keeps ticking and she’s running out of time
The battle has been fought and there is no way to win
At least we’ll be together, mother and daughter, in the end
Amber
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Amber  31/F
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