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My 60-second Addiction - Mom

"No man is poor who has a Godly Mother" - Abraham Lincoln


Divine Love




She is the light of my life;

She is the flame of forgiveness;

She is the best friend who’ll never turn her back on me;

I may bury her existence, bruise her soul; but she will always bless me.

My diabolical deeds and my abominable words doesn't stop her from loving me.  
She is none other than my mother.  

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