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The softness of my mother's hands as she craddels me in her amrs
9 years 10 months ago
She brings them in without asking
I'm stuck with these men watching me
Criticizing my every move
9 years 10 months ago
A lot can happen in 9 years, but not all moments deserve a cheers, for when you feel you're in a hell, you desperately seek a wishing we
9 years 10 months ago