Prologue

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What you shall read henceforth, is a diary. What you shall be uncovering is a book - carefully kept and taken care of by a mother. 

A mother who uses poetry as a form of therapy to communicate with herself. A mother, who uses poetry as a release. 

This is her story. These are her poems. 

She could be you or she could be someone you know. She could be me and she could be no one at all. 

She is baring her heart, and from this page fourth you may chose to read it or you may not.

All I wish to say is this," A pen is mightier than a sword." For a pen can write, what the darkest recesses of your mind chose to ignore.







Please note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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