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In darkness, I stand, feeling lost and alone,
The mother of my child, now gone, has flown. Her absence, a void, a painful ache.
Leaving behind a heart that breaks.

But through the tears and the sorrow,
I'll find strength to face each tomorrow.
For our child, a love that will never cease,
I'll be their rock, their source of peace.

Though the road ahead may seem unclear,
Know that love will always persevere.
In time, wounds will heal, and hearts will mend. And a new chapter of life will begin.

Stay strong and remember, in the darkness, you're not alone. Your child's love will always be your own.

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