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Jan 2021
I wish I was brave enough,
To tell my mum that although I love her;
I don’t think I’ll ever fully recover,
Losing my family so young was tough,
It took me a while to rise above,
But when I am a mother, God forbid,
I ever treat my children like you did,
Calling it love.
Written by
Zoe  22/F/UK
(22/F/UK)   
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