.i study the veins on my mother's hands, as i did as a kid, but still can't understand, how she still stands. her wrinkled skin tells a tale. was it in '63 that you finally first reached a teenage year? only to find you would journey the rest alone. i never thought of stolen youth, water under bridge.
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