Bosnia and herzegovina magic lady extreme.
You are not alone! She holds on to the whisper between the screams, Trying to believe she can do this, Face another day, Then another, Knowing there are battles to come, That she might get torn apart, Helpless against the demons inside.
Yet she tries to hold on, To the soft whisper By the voice of love, Her star of hope in the darkness, She can survive, She can win.
My eyes shoot open to the sound of hard rock blaring from the radio alarm clock sitting on my bedside table.
4:30 am, time to take a quick shower and load me and mom’s gear in the truck.
I walk down the hallway carrying two large back packs full of camping equipment when I am slapped with smells of coffee, bacon, eggs and pancakes.
I stand by the front door now looking into the kitchen.
I observe my mother, Elaine, who is already showered and dressed, and is in a calmed frenzy preparing a big plate of all the delicious fixings.
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