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My mom was faint and feeling ill,

She took a pill to feel quite well

Before the evening night,

she spoke of sorrow and her favorite book,

She passed away later the night,

And I was amazed despite,

She was my mother so I held her tight,

Until my feelings passed again,

amazed is the state I was in,

Life and death, Death of life,

Why do I feel this is right,

I grabbed my things and worked quite quick.

It alive.

I, in control,

I could not tolerate its whole,

In fear I was  a simple state no longer to fascinate

I could no longer bear this thing,

So I ran away, from everything,

and hopefully, it will not follow me,

Forever alone I shall be,

I guess it's just my destiny.