mothers love

September 8, 2011
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As she stands by the mirror i see. I see her thoughts.
I see the way she watches him. I see the way her mouth turns to a quick smile when his name is mentioned. The way his blue eyes make her feel.

I feel the pain when he rejects her for the blonde cheerleader over and over again. I feel the depression no one knows about.

I help her. I help her express her anger on the pages. I make her put down the bottle of pills on bad days.

I try my hardest to be there...

every way a mother can

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