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>at bible camp
>see my mother
>not my real mother
>shes like the female version of me
>she apologizes for abandoning me
>she is afraid of me
>too ashamed to look at me
>I walk up to her emotionless
>"lets go."
>I grab her, and carry her in my arms
>walk up grassy hill, cradling my fake mother
>she is so sad
>she hugs me while I carry her
>feel a mother's touch like I have never felt ever before.
woke up crying. i'm 31.
What do you dream about /pol/?
