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The Reason I'm Hanging On•

The day she heartlessly birthed MY Daughter I instantly realised she’s the desired light in my darkness
No one earns the prestigious title"Mother" unless all crucial qualities are provided but this time it was reverse. 
I realised materialistic items matter as much as emotional well being the hard way
Through my unforgettable lessons I learnt how to be a Mother, Sister and Best Friend to her every tiresome day.
I was beautifully attached as soon as I witnessed her blissfully napping in the hospital
I was aware she required true love, protection, loyalty and this was essential.
Even now I get so excited to see her the moment I wake up and come home
I would never change the laughable and painful moments we’ve had which is why my heart felt content whilst writing this poem.
Nothing else feels right, I see no reason to be here and when I want to run away or give up I realise no one will do what I do for her
I also wouldn’t change the motherless stranger that birthed her because despite the difficulties being a Mother, Sister and Best Friend is one of the biggest honours.
She’s the only one who brings me tears of joy, sincere delight and a meaningful smile
The continuous struggle my "family" brought me made me stronger and she made everything worth while.

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