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My children


I am in pain everyday, My children been take away from my arms, My daughter turn against me with rage, I love my children always will be, My tear fall down like rain, Everyday I been thinking about them, What they doing, how are they? What they look like? My own mother has them, she refused speak to me, She broke all promise to me, I can't trust anyone
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