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Oct 2013
With love
my mother kept me alive,
And taught me how to count
from one to five

With love
I cried in an empty room,
Vowing to never let a man
decide my doom

With love
I was speechless,
When he knelt on one knee,
as the sun set on the glistening sea

With love
I beared the pain of giving birth
To a child more beautiful
than anything of this earth

With love
he cried over my body
as my spirit slowly left me

Love after all
makes life worth it.
With love,
Everything is just bittersweet
Le-an Lai Angeles Lacaba
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