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| ~*~* Myself In My Life *~*~ |
| I look at the clouds during the day and see other worlds. I soar through them much like I would a ghost. Through me, I feel my mother, Expresses things she never got to. In me...my mother is still alive. She is with me in every match I wrestle, every day I live, every breath I breathe. I owe my mother my life....her soul has it. |