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Mother At Thirteen

when I was younger I grew up to be mother of child when I was thirteen look down upon from a lonely pond no one tried to help me I was lost and bearing a child my adolescences was taken I ask to myself was I been mistaken I was brought up by my mother to always be stronger but yet today I feel even smaller I was beaten, humiliated and even made a shamed of why does the male counterpart never is the blamed one ? but today is the day we I stand up with my daughter tell my myself this I will be stronger not just for me but also for my daughter .

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