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The flickering pain warns of the crisis. My watch is ending; I am nearing the line. Forget God, I’ve been forsaken. Forget living, I do not have time. The searing pain commands more liquids. In hospice or homeless no future in sight. I am a forlorn, forgotten mother. I am lonely and you care not of my strife. The profound pain speaks of lost love. Hatchets, knives, machetes and lies. Your mother loved her little children. I drink to forget, please let me die.
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