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Being myself No more
I look at this women I never knew before
a single mother struggling making a life for 2
that once upon a time lived a young girl carless
with friends and loves and more
with the world ahead of her
nothing else to live for
now the world is the bad guy
new eyes she see through hold more
this world can be so painful
unfair rotten and sore
tranforming to the armor for the infant
the shield to cover rain
the paint to cover the sadness
when everything seems bleak and plain
the person I look at in the mirrior
that I recognise no longer
is simply a mother
pertecting an infant daughter
