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Bloom and wither, the seasons of life grow and wilt,
Frames of our lives are broken and rebuilt.
The loving mother lost amongst her agony and pain
I woke up sweating bricks again
It all came down heavy
Breaking through thick skin
Bleeding out
I sob
C’mon
I was once here
In this hollow room
Nine years ago.
Holding a simple rose
Parting from the one I love
