Rain turned to ice,and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled,from the sky as it bled,pale death that fell veiling the night.
We all knew she needed help.But none of us knew how.And none of us could swallow our pride and just ask her what she needed.I don__ know why.Maybe we were too ashamed we didn__ know how to approach our own mother.So we let the years slip unhappily past us and hoped we would never inherit the misery embedded in her soul.But I did.And I didn__ know how to say it aloud. And I still don__.
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We all knew she needed help.But none of us knew how.And none of us could swallow our pride and just ask her what she needed.I don__ know why.Maybe we were too ashamed we didn__ know how to approach our own mother.So we let the years slip unhappily past us and hoped we would never inherit the misery embedded in her soul.But I did.And I didn__ know how to say it aloud. And I still don__.
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