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My mom was an orphan and didn't have a mother. I can't understand how she can be a great mother without having a mom herself. She says it comes naturally; that the love she has for me can only be understood when I have a baby of my own and I learn to love it the moment I knew I had him. She says it a feeling that is same with every human in this world, hard to understand but felt by everyone who is a mother or have a mother. She sacrificed her whole youth to bring me up, sacrificed her future, her career and her well being so that I will be better than her. She tells me while I was born she can't get tired of looking at me and that she prayed I would grow fast so that she can talk to me. My mom is my mentor, my friend, my sister and she is my guardian. She is not perfect; she makes mistakes but she is z most strongest, brightest, courageous, brave and kind hearted person I know and am also sure she loves me for who I am more than anyone. And now I can't wait to see the baby growing inside of me, to experiance the love she had given me and even with out meeting my baby I know I will sacrifice my life for him if I have to. Being a mother is extraordinary and all mothers should be loved and respected for they are the pillar for our being, our families and our society! #mom #kb
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In - The father in name

I spoke, left unheard
Nagged, embarrassed and disappointed
Such i did not know
Lessened

Would it kill him to listen
Would it to understand?

About him, mystery
To father or be one
I can't tell

In waters of hate
Grounds of rage
Our ties

Nevertheless
A father in name
Is one dead
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An innocent gavel

A target for another aim
Hesitation, mercy
Pull, cruelty
Whom and what i have no clue

On the ground we lay
Hopeless and helpless
The tone, buzzing
Scent too familiar

A pulse will do fine
Like an innocent gavel
When odds are against

The future is domed
A coup of extinction
To whom or what
Best believe monsters, among-st us
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Presents - The strangers we were

I have had it with you
The nerve in lies
From when it wasn't
To where we are

Have thoughts torment
Memories i wish
with their sensation i never did
Had to have if knew

Done is done
Whose to judge, had
There would never been us
Right when strangers we were
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Presents - Far from the view

Out in the woods
Under the stars, the moon
By the shores, far from view
One`s lost the view

With the warmth of the borne
A long a past dearly hold
Like lips to be gazed
Tempting and drowning

How it was
Where and when
A story untold
An unguided course
Tormenting the core