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A mother's heart, once pure and bright,
Now trembles in the dead of night.
Her voice, once strong, now whispers low,
Fearing the wrath she cannot show.
Her son, her flesh, her own blood’s kin,
Turns cold as cruelty seeps within.
The daughter-in-law, with words that sting,
Wounds deeper than the harshest spring.
She bears the weight, the silent cry,
Afraid to speak, too scared to try.
Her spirit crushed, her strength erode,
Her dreams a distant, darkened road.
But in her soul, a flicker lies,
A longing for the open skies.
A whisper stirs—a call for light,
To end the darkness, end the fight.
For every tear, for every plea,
She deserves to be wild and free.
No longer bound by silent chains,
A mother’s love shall break the pains
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