Mother.
Oh how I've wished for a mother of passion, who smiles bright with great satisfaction. Who should love me for me and what I want to be. How I've seen this fantastic dream. One of life's great liberty, of freedom and of destiny. Her eyes dazeing me with peace and tranquility. Her love pulls string in my acheing heart. If only I had one who thought of me as her sunshine. Her sweetheart.
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