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November 17, 2015- I left my remnants with her, and I would sacrifice again and again for her. She sacrificed for me, and I am eternally grateful. She is more of a mother than anyone I ever met. Finally, she is heard. I was the first to fully hear her song. I sing it now, but my voice is stronger, clearer, and more intricate. I sing in an eloquent, universal language. She is on my mind every day. Through me, she lives. As I bring her back in my mind, to the forefront, tears swell in my eyes. A shame I barely spoke directly to her. So I left what I could in her legacy, parts of myself. I apologize for not being stronger. A year too late, and I am afraid to fail again.

~ Xara Nahara O’Connor~

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I am a graduate of the University of Mount Union. I work for ResCare HomeCare as an attendant. I was a psychology major. I am still interested in English and theatre. Writing has always been one of my passions, and such is why I decided to create this blog. I also love animals. When I am not working hard on whatever project I happen to have my hands on, I am at home playing with my animals. I live with two cats named Garfield and Oreo. I also love to listen to all kinds of music, such as The Birthday Massacre, Emilie Autumn, The Cruxshadows, The Cranberries, Celldweller, Emperor, R.E.M., Future Funk Squad, Symphony X, Einherjer, and Nightwish. Oh, and as of October 15, 2015, I'm engaged. I plan to get married on October 31, 2017.

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  1. This is a beautiful testament to someone you were close to. Your sense of pride in seeing her like a mother is evident and your emotions rise with each line until those tears meet your song. And, aren’t we all afraid to fail again after failing before? Nicely-done!

  2. Thank you.

    Well, I was close to her in spirit. She was my roommate for two months until she passed away. To be clear, I was living under HER roof. She took me in even when she had nothing, and she did not let me know of her terrible financial situation until after she died. 😦

    And yes, we are all afraid to fail again after failing before. I, however, have a specific fear of failure. I fear failure more than spiders, snakes, gun threats, or even terrorist attacks (too soon?).

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