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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mothers Recognition</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">as a teen of 19 sits on her bed <br>trying yet again to not to believe that her older lover wasn't drinking again <br>but the bruises and cuts that lay on her body say other wise <br>razor blade in one hand <br>while praying to God to take away the loneliness <br>take away the emptiness she has felt for so long <br>she doesn't want to end it like this but she will if it comes down to it <br>tears roll down her face <br>but she doesn't see any reason to keep caring on with this life of hers <br>nothing to live for <br>nothing important enough to stay in the miserable thing we all call life <br>the tears are clouding her judgment making her think that nothing matters any more <br>she takes another hit of the pot to take away the pain <br>because her bruised and broken body feels like huge stakes are being driven into it <br>and someone is beating around them with a club <br>but on the other hand she can still feel his fists shooting into her broken and bruised body <br>that makes her twinge at the thought of that same morning <br>tears fall onto her up turned wrist as she places the razor blade and starts to cut into her wrist the door opened as a young boy about the age of 3 with dark brown hair with light brown eyes comes in and says 'Mommy what are you doing? ' <br>her eyes start to uncloud as soon as his eyes met hers <br>they reached into her soul and replaced a piece of her heart <br>at that moment something came to her <br>she didn't have nothing because she was looking at everything that she would ever need to live for <br>that little boy should be her world <br>only she didn’t know it right away because the things that she charished the most were the things that were too close to see</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mrs.+Cynosure">Mrs. Cynosure</a><div class=q>
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trying yet again to not to believe that her older lover wasn't drinking again 
but the bruises and cuts that lay on her body say other wise 
razor blade in one hand 
while praying to God to take away the loneliness..."></div>
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