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Mother! Dear, Mother!
You cannot be my Mother. I won't accept it.
How could I? To possibly think, I, could be from inside of you?
You make it impossible to believe.
Anything. In Hope. In You.
The sickening pain and words, flung into my face over and over.
You've gain the talent to pin Blame on me, even blindfolded.
I never asked you to be pregnant.
If I had known my life would be this..
You think I'd want to be here?
I know you mean well. I see you pray.
I hear your cries. I see the way you gaze at Father.
Hopeful. Wishful. Never Giving up. And ...