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I used to come home late, my eyes rimmed with sleepless nights and my cheeks stained with tears and I would tug at God’s sleeve and beg for help and he would say “later” but later never came and I swear that God reminds me of my mother sometimes.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
God, or.. my mother
I used to come home late, my eyes rimmed with sleepless nights and my cheeks stained with tears and I would tug at God’s sleeve and beg for help and he would say “later” but later never came and I swear that God reminds me of my mother sometimes.
#god#mother
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whitmansdaughter
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
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