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what have I to life if you back do not carry me any longer?
They said love and mothers never apart
Yet I have been broken by both
I have seen love slip away
In the night on my 20th birthday
Not even a goodbye, but a chuckle and a cough that made it silent
A smile like a mockery of the one-eyed warrior, telling the misery of the battle field.
A mother never last long, long to listens to the echoes of my success in the Forbes magazines.
The pages I flip everyday
A protector to warn me of the fame that life has gifted me.

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