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Matronly, maternal mother you are not. Nurturing mother of love, Narcissus dances through your mind.   With every rejecting shove You cannot comprehend The breach I feel inside.  
as i look upon my heart i notice all the deviations some of which were mine to start others were miscreated
We lost you. It's simple, sad, but true. Tear drops? No. Only dry sobs. Tear drops cannot express the pain of losing you. Abandoned. Alone. Scared.
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