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One day you were here and the next were gone
we had no idea what went wrong. You were my mother, my friend, the one I could always count on til the end. you were there when I needed a shoulder to cry on a hug, a kiss, or just to listen you always made me feel like I was special. One morning you called, "I don't feel good." you said I took you to the hospital, 12 hours later you were dead. Why god, why? Why did my mom have to die? You took her to heaven, for that I am glad, because now she is finally with my dad.
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