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The eyes were mine But the dreams were hers The achievements were mine But the hard work was hers, The struggles were mine, But the suffering was hers, What would I be without her? Nothing. What am I with her? Victorious.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
My mother.
The eyes were mine But the dreams were hers The achievements were mine But the hard work was hers, The struggles were mine, But the suffering was hers, What would I be without her? Nothing. What am I with her? Victorious.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
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