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Lost. Running through a city, my thoughts and feelings the cars racing past, Lost. Without you my dreams turn into nightmares,  Constantly running away from reality.
To mother: The one who poured her blood and sweat upon the bedsheets of my childhood-- the rustic floors, threatening to give way, An apology long due.  
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