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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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