Dear friend,
Last night,
I cornered a thought,
Of betrayl.
As I whispered past,
My mothers room,
To see the stars,
I relized,
That I didn't see her as a mother,
Or even as a friend.
The questions I pondered,
As I stared at the stars,
Through a blury glass door,
Made me grieve.
Tears streamed down my face,
When I asked why this was.
But of course,
The constellations had no answer,
For these questions.
So as I drowned myself to sleep,
I reflected life.
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