A Picture Was Cut
Into Hundreds Of Pieces,
The Woman Threw Them
Inside The Bin,
Every time She Thought About Them,
Her Entire Body Freezes.
She Always Looses Control,
And Thought To her Self,
Did She Execute Any Sin?
Killing The love Of Her Life,
She Gave Another Life,
To Someone Who Has Her Blood,
The Pure Blood With All Good Deeds,
She Is Now No Longer Someone's Wife.
But A Mother Of Twins.
Trying To Save Her Kids,
From The Ultimate Monster,
That Night, She Killed Her Love,
And Achieved A Title From Her Younger one's.
"Mother, you are our super hero."
Hearing Those Words,
She Told Herself,
Proud? Hundred Percent
Guilty? Absolutely Zero.
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