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I think about your problems like they are my own kids. A bond like a mother has it with the child in her womb, intimate , unbreakable, etched in all the 206 bones of the body. I worry about your problems like a mother worries about her kids who she has given birth to and nurtured eversince.I live the pain of your problems without feeling it as a burden like a mother feels the pain in the painful contractions of giving birth without a hint of discomfort and suffers it all because the child is a part of her . My tears have been frozen in my eyes since a long time but they somehow manage to drip at your pain as my heart sinks in my chest all shattered into innumerable pieces.
You might blame me for inaction at times but strip my soul naked and all you'll ever find will be pieces of you branded on my soul and I desperately trying to piece them together. Your sadness seeps into my bones and I've no escape from it.
My mind is unable to evade thoughts of caring for you. I am a willing victim of suffering for your agony.
I will always be there for you, and neither my love nor my promise will ever falter.

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