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Nobody in the World


I cry and scream as I wake from never-ending nightmares Running in with gentle words and comforting care. Perfect as can be Mom, Your sympathizing spirit never fails to alleviate Kneeling in a pool of disintegrated dignity, I was left alone for a cold dark death He betrayed me, killing all self hood inside this innocent interior As my shattered hollow heart starts drowning, I'm rescued once again When I am sink lower than the origin of the ocean, My Mother lifts me to the highest beautiful bridge How can a person so crushed be the most astonishing angel? I won't hurt in her presence or have trembling tears. My miraculous mother will not leave me down. She has suffered and hurt, but now she's leniently learned. And that's why nobody in the world can be as amazing as her.
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