I am that thing that burst out in time of sorrow
a pain that bore fruit
a pain that never ends
from generation to generation
until it is ripped thrown out and gone
but I lived
but she held me
but she kept me
then she loved me
for she saw that I was good
that I would know love
pain
sorrow and death
and so I was kept
but I did not know her
that she would die
that I would cry
that her hand was a vapor in the mist of a cloud
yet I did love
I did grow
as a child a teen and an adult
Then I became her and much more
a pain that bore fruit
a pain that never ends
from generation to generation
until it is ripped thrown out and gone
but I lived
but she held me
but she kept me
then she loved me
for she saw that I was good
that I would know love
pain
sorrow and death
and so I was kept
but I did not know her
that she would die
that I would cry
that her hand was a vapor in the mist of a cloud
yet I did love
I did grow
as a child a teen and an adult
Then I became her and much more
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