Somedays the thought of Her, my mother
is overwelming
I wonder, does she think of me like I
think of her or am I buried deep
in the wells of
forgetness.
Sometimes, on days like these I really can't help but wonder.
fredag 7 november 2008
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you're having a great start ida :)
i wonder this same thing about my father. i was 15 when he disowned us...i feel your pain ida.
i hope the same for you too, love.
Ida your courage challenges and inspires me. Please keep writing. Allow the words and the passing of time to bring healing. You are valued.
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