
I weep for her suffering, I weep for her pain. I weep for her to just be my mom again.
I watch this over and over somehow it rains true in so many more ways than one!
Once upon a time, on the North Shore of Long Island, not far from New York, there was a quaint house.With lots of woods and gardens to get lost in. On these grounds lived a small girl. And life was pleasant there and very, very simple. But, then one day, the girl grew up and went beyond the walls of the grounds and found the world.
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