Thankful
Dear Mom, thanks for having me in your womb and sharing your genes even when i was unworthy and broken you stilled believed in my dreams i have hopes and ambitions to be even half the woman you are you took me in and molded me to be somewhere daring without your love affection and time i wouldn't have known my worth not even a dime love and passion like yours should be a crime even when i was dying slowly inside you told me to hold my head and never let my taira down because one day i will be just like you im a queen in the making i love you more then a fat kid with high cholesterol loves bacon so tonight while i sleep an you work i hope you know that your a queen and an angle in disguise you will always be the north star to my skies.
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