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They tell me that you hate me, but that can't be true, because I labored to give birth to you. They tell me that I am not beautiful to you, but that can't be true, because I disfigured my body for you. They tell me that I am too dark for you, but that can't be true, because I look just like you. They tell me that I am too loud for you, but that can't be true, because my cries, screams, and shouts resound my support for you. I give unconditionally, wanting nothing back, just to show how deep my love is for you. So that can't be true, that all I have done and do...mean nothing to you?