My Mother, My Friend

February 15, 2008
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I'm an outsider, looking in feeling the need to break free from it all, all the shrieking, the nausous feeling in the pit of my stomack. I long for the company of my dear friend who used to be able to calm my fears. The one who was gentle. The only friend who could love me the way i desired to be cared for. My mother, my friend





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