Mothers Couplet
Resentment runs deep.
A Mother's blessing and a forgotten son's word.
Unfolding anguish he becomes the stranger of life.
Tears are a formulated capsule of pain.
Happiness turns to beyond.
A vein of sorrow becomes all that is left.
I am therefore I believe.
This concept runs deep and so has befallen
Lost in my reality of unmoral mind and unwell thought.
Who am I?
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