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Apr 2021
He stands beside me.
His sensitive heart catches my despair
And tosses it gently from me.
His easy grip holds me firm with hope.
He knows my dreams for him.
I want him to be free of care.
I don't want him to cry for me.
He is too young to be caught
with me.
I will find peace within
So my son can fully shine
Without a care for me.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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     ryn, Sarita Aditya Verma and Benzene
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