To feel the legs no more as legs of wood.
To feel the slow but sure motion of suffering.
Though suffer I, my mother hold I suffering.
My suffering is hers, hers my suffering
Hers too my hope, and mine her hope.
To suffer, to think, to hope, to despair:
All these together with emotions more
Together war and churn inside my Soul.
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