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Thousands of kilos the way you go, for my son's sake.

My dear mother, still running even though the sole of the foot full of pus-filled blood.

like the air of love you give, I can not afford to repay your mother's coat .. Mom ..

Want me to close and cry on your lap Until I fell asleep
like my childhood ..
Then praying
flowing in my body ..
I can not afford to reply ..
Mother.. mother..
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