Her headches are constant increasing in pain, each passing day. She can't manage to stand on her own it's gotten so bad. You think in saying there's no use in playing, but still she bows her head, so she can say... thank you for just one more day.
Supernatural patience, graces her face and her voice never raises. All because of a love; never let go of...
He has every reason to throw up his firsts in the face of his God, who let this mother die, through all the players and tears. She still passed in pain anyway.
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