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Oct 2020
Don't blame her for being merciless.
She is your mother!
She provides you with comfort and makes your life easier.
It's you who stab her heart;
She weeps and asks you not to **** her kids. But you fight wars and make her wretched.
Now she proceeds to her own satisfaction.
Don't blame the angry mother!
Written by
RUPAM MITRA
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     Deb Jones and RUPAM MITRA
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