January 2011
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Oh Mother.
I have lived with my mom for 22 years. She has been my provider and my protection. My mom was the only one who could make anything right. She’s the only one I fully trust. She’s the only one who knew everything I needed. I felt in a way I was leaving that, leaving her behind as I move on. That’s the last thing I could ever do. It’s how I felt but it’s something I had...
