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Jun 2014
"My mother's a *****. I don't say that out of disrespect, but yeah she can be a real *****. Colder than a homeless man that goes shirtless during a Wisconsin winter simply because he had given the shirt off his back to his   daughter before he lost her. She's not cold to the core though. See, it's just that my mother has been through so much. I like to think of her not as a cold winter, but a late spring. Just as the tulips try to grow through the snow without rain, my mother is just trying to find her happiness but she's just deterred by pain."
i tend to talk to myself aloud, and this just happened to come out. I was surprised. Oh and no my mother is not a *****. lol
Alexandria Rae Mason
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