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Stories, stories that was told on to me,
"A woman so pretty, with her flawless eyes.
Soft lips, clear skin and her hair dancing tonight."
My reflection, grudgingly I dared not to peek,
In my shadow that lady was me,
But I've waited so long with such zeal.
And finally today I turn eighteen!
I advance towards the mirror room
And from first glance,
My heart, 
It bloomed.
"M-mother, you're beautiful but-"
My heart is pounding,
The tears won't stop.
"why did you leave me..Why did you go?
Screaming at a lady I have yet to know.

My dearest, 
Wherever you may be,
I'm sorry that they took you,
Away from me.
The love of a mother will always run deep,
And nights are where I fail to sleep.
To feel your touch,
I'd give the world,
And in my prayers,
I speak your name.
I don't have long for no one's time's the same.
If somehow you find me near,
I plea you forgive me 
And wipe thy tear.
Life was a game
And I played it through,
With the regret of losing you.
There are shadows, I dread and hope you don't meet,
That battered before,
I turned eighteen.

I was an addict. Young and free.
Enticed by the drugs, I fell in deep.
When I learned about my girl,
I turned a blind eye.
But I was already embroiled in the game.
They thrust me to the ground again.

Stumped on my stomach,
They spat on my face,
Said I had no choice
That this was the life that I made.
Before I could hide you,
Before I could fight,
The authorities took you,
Before you came into sight.

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