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Toast To My Mother


To her who bore the pain, to her who changed her fate, to her because of us lost her shape. She gave us hope when all seemed lost, she bore the risk at her own cost.she lived to sacrifice, and she still lives to see us survive, Even in deaths she whispers in our ears through out all these years.all these makes her beautiful inside and out. She is beautiful and she my mother.
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