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I sat, gripped as my tears fought to tear free from her vice-like stare and her mother-strong hold, each knuckle white with intent and scabbed with rage. I tried to prise her grip away scared by the strength of her frail frame but she bore down all the same and her nails inscribed one indelible plea for me to stay.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
Fighter
I sat, gripped as my tears fought to tear free from her vice-like stare and her mother-strong hold, each knuckle white with intent and scabbed with rage. I tried to prise her grip away scared by the strength of her frail frame but she bore down all the same and her nails inscribed one indelible plea for me to stay.
Mum's still fighting.
stevejeff
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
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