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To the woman who thought she took my daughter from me,

I told you...

I carried her. I gave birth to her. I nurtured her. I raised her.

I am her mother.

She didn't just come back to me.

She came back to herself.

She came back to the Lord.

You were just a distraction.

A tool of the devil.

You tried to make her forget who she was.

But she is a warrior daughter raised by a warrior mother.

You didn't stand a chance.

I told you...



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