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It's hard when my mom tells me about her days in her bed thinking about the life she used to have that her family is still living. It's hard when she tells me how lonely she is all day, and when I get home she doesn't see me that much. It's hard to tell her that I have to do homework, and I'm exhausted and need to just relax with my music. How can
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