delicate
My mother is precious, sweet and delicate
Her mental illness hurts me, yet i see the beauty.
She loves like no other, especially me
Her wisdom and kindness surpasses all.
Her mind is intelligent, in sort of a different way,
I know she battles, but no one else would even know it.
She makes my life normal and sees that I thive,
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