A Mother's love.

A Mother's love.

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"Màmá!!!!!!!! " I screamed as she let go of my hands allowing me to fall in Fall into darkness Fall into nothingness Fall into emptiness Fall into the cold arms of death. What is a mothers love? Is just a sneak peek into my wild mind.......... The love between a troubled child and an equally troubled mother... Is it really unbreakable? Or is it just a flimsy bond? Coming soon!!!
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