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My mother is a very brave woman. There are some things you can't value or appreciate until you reach adulthood, a new set of eyes to conquer reality. I grew to understand my mother as an individual.
By Rose Parkinson5 years ago in Families
Reverence can conceal the moon can beg but no one listens twinkling, hanging on you hold my mind you walk amongst my dreams
By Rose Parkinson5 years ago in Poets
As I frantically pulled together the small essentials I could manage. Caught to receive the ultimate conviction. The savage words of distasteful aggression whilst I sat on the bed listening to the tears drop from my eyes.
