~{ANGAL MAMA DEER]}~

i create story's of my sadness
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there was two then five then just two. three gone yet one will weep for them. a mother will grieve and a loss
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daughter
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brother
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and a father
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yet one stands thinking mother is just sick grief is a powerful thing so strange is it?
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life will move on but they stay in place like dolls
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nothing maters now
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