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Alain's Cry
When I look down at my hand I see the dull remnant of what was once a symbol of our sparkling love. We were young and in love and professed it to our maker above. I loved you with all my heart. Then that fateful day when you tore me apart. The heart I gave to you whole was handed back to me with tears. You had given me prodigy and now I have to explain why you don't love them anymore and look at their blank stares. I will make you love us again and leave your adulterated life. I will even forgive you for the cruel way you put our family in strife. Come back to us and reveal your heart. Be a good mother and do your part. dedicated to the children
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