To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

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To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

-- Ayshu

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Just because an orange looks pretty it doesn’t mean it’s juicy.

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I’m sending you a big bouquet of roses. One for every time you broke my heart. And as the door of love between us closes. Tears will fall like petals when we part.

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159. Born to express, not to impress.

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