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She is the creator; created you with her blood. She celebrated the hell of pain as your birth. And her eyes seen your heart first before anyone in this world. She is your mother❤️. Her womb became your light for almost a year And she made you as her own eyes. The only women loved you before you see this world. She is your mother❤️. She welcomed your mistakes with open arms. Her hair and skin grown older she stood their holding a stick still loving you as the same she took you first in her arms. Now waiting to see this world through your eyes. She is your mother ❤️.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
Mother
She is the creator; created you with her blood. She celebrated the hell of pain as your birth. And her eyes seen your heart first before anyone in this world. She is your mother❤️. Her womb became your light for almost a year And she made you as her own eyes. The only women loved you before you see this world. She is your mother❤️. She welcomed your mistakes with open arms. Her hair and skin grown older she stood their holding a stick still loving you as the same she took you first in her arms. Now waiting to see this world through your eyes. She is your mother ❤️.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
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