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Mama,
Help.
Please.
Get up.
I need you.
I can’t do it anymore.
Mama,
Come back to life.
I’m trapped in living’s strife.
Where are you?
I want to get to know
Your eyes.
Mama,
It’s not fair
Why do you get to move on?
But I’m stuck, here, failing to stay strong?
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