I love when I tell my mom things about my life and she tells me that I was exactly like her when she was younger. When I run my eyes over photos of her when she was the same age as mine I almost think I'm looking at myself. We had the same ambitions, dreams, hopes, desires, and fears. Then I remember being a little girl watching my mother break down on the stairs of our first house wishing she had chose a different way of life and praying that I would turn out better then her.
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Important words!
Your ink runs from reality's rivers
than idyllic dreamed-up mirages
I hope these words, eventually reach more and more untainted heart's
they could help people avoid so much hurt...
thanks for sharing!
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