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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 hisΒ Β  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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