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She Is Just Who She Is

She was always first at everything. She was first to leave impression on me. She was always rescuing me. She first witnessed my worst experiences. She always wanted the best. She wanted me to be better than the rest. She was often the reason I'd be stressed. She in the very end, was my first friend. She made me bittersweet. She was always my so-called constructive critic. She still once told me I am strong-spirited. She may never understand my weaknesses though. She always questions my way of living. She haunts me in my dreams often. She ponders why the balance of my life is so uneven. She is my mother for a reason.

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Date: 11/1/2022 7:01:00 AM
Mothers are enigmatic, but always want the best for us. Do we chose them, or they us? :)
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