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The Bond Between Mother and Daughter

The bond between a mother and daughter is the most precious gift of all. It is this unexplainable most fulfilling feeling that only 'that' mother and daughter can share. A mother should never feel they have to stop protecting their daughter. Of course they must let them make their own decisions and let them grow as an individual, but they must never stop protecting or being a guide for their life. A mother knows their daughter best.. and knows what's best for their happiness. No matter how old that daughter is she will always be her mother's baby, sister, and best friend. And never forget, a daughter, will always want to be her mother's baby, sister, and best friend. No matter what may occur, a daughter never wants her mom to stop being that guide. We will always need our moms; no matter how old we are.

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Daughter of Darkness

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~~~This is who I am As I lay awake at night, I think about the day that just went by, Wondering if I could have changed anything to make it better. I think about my future, What I can do to reach my dreams, How to achieve them, If I have what it takes, And if I’m on the right path in life. I think about my past, All the people I’ve met, Who I’ve liked and disliked, My family and friends, How I grew up, And what I have accomplished. I think about what really important to me, My morals and values. I think of how the world works, And how I would change it if I could. I think of what I’ve been through, And how I feel At the end of the day I think about who I am. ~~~~Mirror me When I stare into the mirror, What is it I see? I see my own reflection, Staring back at me. But then I look deep within, The mirror of my soul. I see my present, and my past, And what the future holds. I see myself as what I am, And what i could have been. I see the shadow side of me, That’s hidden deep within. As I stare at my reflection Staring back through my own eyes. I see myself as others do, However, I also see the lies. Others cannot see, of course, This person I conceal. They know the person I become, But my other side is real. The mirror rids me of disguise, Of hatred, truth, and tears, I see myself through my own eyes, And see my deepest fears. Maybe I should end it all, So many was to die. I lean up against my wall, And suddenly began to cry. The tears stream down my face, As I begin to say good-bye . Good-bye, sunshine, good-bye, Mom, Can’t say I didn’t try. Then I look into the mirror, And see me standing there. A troubled, lost, and lonely child, With tearstained cheeks and matted hair. The mirror has two faces, One of truth, reality. The other is what others see, My made-up fantasy. Well, mirror, thanks for being there, However, it is time I step away It is time my mask came off for good, The real me is here to stay. ~~~~~Lullaby for your friend When she’s crying on your shoulder And you don’t know what to say. Just whisper softly in her ear That everything will be okay. When she says her heart is broken And her soul feels so alone, Just tell her that you love her, Just tell her on the phone. When you hear her breathe so gentle And see tears fall from her eyes, Wipe them one by one away, Tell her everyone cries. And soon she will look up at you And maybe start to smile, And thank you just foe being there Through all the painful while. And you’ll look down into her golden eyes, And know just what to say: That on you she can depend And everything will be okay. ~~~~~So I am told I am… Unspeakably loud, Insanely normal, Creatively dull, Horribly good, Arrogantly humble, Hysterically calm, Perfectly imperfect, Simply complex, Precisely off-center, Cynically optimistic, Foolishly realistic, Incompetently capable, Animatedly real, Patiently anxious, Cowardly courageous, Characteristically remarkable, Or so I am told. And I am completely okay with it. ~~~~~Once I was a flower Once I was a flower, But not I’m just a stem. I didn’t like my petals So I did away with them. I thought my colors ugly, So I threw them all away. Wanted orange, red and, puple. Didn’t like my shades of gray. To look like the other flowers is all I ever wanted, Like all the other roses that where never teased and taunted. I thought that I was worthless and I blamed it on genetics. I wanted to be chosen for a beautiful bouquet, But I knew no one would want me for m ugly color gray. So I tore my petals off and threw them to the ground, With the wind they blew away and were never to be found. Now I stand here bare with all my petals gone for good, And I wish that long ago I would have only understood That looks can be deceiving and that gray is not so bad. Now I know that I possessed more than I thought I had. ~~~~~Impulsive identity Make a wish upon a eyelash. Kiss a butterfly. Run barefoot over sandy beaches. Blow dandelion seeds into the sky. Make a statement loud and clear. Say what’s on your mind. Wear whatever you want to wear. Show the world you undefined. Run and play with wild horses. Let you hair fly free. Be confident. Express yourself. Let no one tell you who to be. Practice karate on a trampoline. Be wild and dye your hair. Laugh and sing at the top of your lungs. Spread smiles everywhere. Show everyone your fearless self. Now’s your time to shine. Don’t fear at what others think. Just paint your own design. ~~~~Dear mom, You say so many thing that break me down. Not good enough to make it through. Can’t stand the days here with you. Cant stand the thought of life with you. I will never be the girl you wanted. I will never be what you need, The perfect daughter, good grades, Perfect friends, perfect life. I will tell you now I am who I am. No one will ever change me. No one knows what I have been through. You say I will not make it, With life I lead, You say that life will be to hard, And all I will do is fall. You say I am not worth it, And that I am only broken, You say that I am nothing but a mess up, And that I will never amount to anything. But I will tell you one thing I am what I am. I am who I am, and you will never change that. My last word to you I need to say is… You’re my everything no matter what you do. ~~~Lost Lost from thoughts Lost from light Lost from everything that might be right Lost from friends Lost from care Lost from sight Of everyone there Lost from life Lost from me Lost from the day That I might be free Lost from courage Lost from might Lost from the purpose That will help me fight Lost from love Lost from being free Lost from the beautiful face that I will never see Lost with dreams Lost with sleep Lost with the vision that I can never keep

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MY LOVE He is my highest high Soft touches into my soul In which I always hope to keep Him and I creative and new Days I look forward to I wish the sun would never set Or the stars would always twinkle Into our hearts as we are together Forever in myself I am to him what he Is to me; I hope a light a Love and the thought of us Always I said never and not again Another chance for me to take the right path Into myself he goes and I will keep him warm All I want to do is take it all The way and savor every moment Make him my all; He is my light Into the dark I will never go again When I'm with my love I wish the sun would never set Or the stars would always twinkle Into our hearts as we are together Forever in Ourselves Why Am I Crying? The grass is billowing by the steed. The night is so very clear. all I really, really need. is to know that you are there. The moon is shining brilliantly white. the stars are twinkling everywhere. so why am I crying on this beautiful night? I am crying because you are not there.

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