Everyone has a mother,
One that birthed them to this world.
I may think of it many times, but as the time goes by I think it over even more.
They do so much for us, but it depends on us to not change.
Thank you for your toughest journeys—mine is only about to begin.
—N O T V A N T E
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C.PULLO {IV}✔️
PoetryIn which I write of what could be pasts, presents, and futures; ©️NOTVANTE
