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My mom died when I was 8 years old and I got adopted by her sister who was abusive physically and mentally.I never got to mourn her as I was told daily I was too young to know her and I was nothing to her. Every night I cried for it to be a dream and to wake up In my mothers arms. Now I'm almost 24 and I still cry for my mother and I have kids of my own.

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