It's Time for Moving On
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Ever sense I lost my mom in the attack of the twin towers. It's been like living alone with no one to comfort you. My dad and brothers try not to think of her and act like they're okay, but I can tell they miss her every second of the day. The pain I feel can't be described. The hardest part is now,that it's time to move on.
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