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To my mother.

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My life echoes off the walls

like falling of rain in spring.

I can't see you, I can't talk to you,

And I'm denied the comfort you bring.

I'm sorry that for all of my life,

I denied your screams

And now I suffer learning that

you need to appreciate what isn't apart of what you dream





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