Don't steal my iden'ty!
I don't think about her every day,
Since life had set her free,
But I don't e'er think of myself either,
Okay, that is a lie,
But so far as my mom is inside me,
In many respects, she has yet to die,
She is as much a part of what I do,
'sany other aspect,
Of what makes me, not because I am weird,
It's just what you'd expect,
From kindred souls,
We were so much alike,
Part of my motivation is to do,
What she always wanted, but couldn't quite.
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