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My Mother Died

my mother died, i was to die with her. that was the pact, you see, my dad & i made together. while my mother died, i never left her side; over & over calling her name , hoping to send a spark to the flame. but still my mother died. now i'm naught but a shell; because the day my mother died i cursed my soul to hell. i'll never be free of this wrath brought on by me, for every hardship i suffer lets her know how much i love her. but since my mother died i wonder if she can hear my screams of pain & anquish, wishing she were near? and though she's dead & gone i swear forever long tears for her I'll always cry until the day i die.

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Date: 8/13/2025 3:14:00 AM
I always think if a mother does a good job bringing you up, then she has done her job. It's up to you to carry on the good work whilst remembering her.
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