My mentor
My mother was my mentor,
She was apart of my core.
She was like a flower
Whom I spent with every hour
We did a lot of fun things
Also she would sing
And she would shine
While i confine myself
Now it's time to be free
It's time to be me
I want to be able to achieve
While i weave my way into the new world.
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