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May 2015
words that describe my moms life but more so my own

I dont have any cloth or a picture to base the end product on

I dont have justification or reasoning or understanding

So why

Why cant I live outside the idea I need a physical representation of what it is to be family if I know family is more than that

I know all of this

Discolored youth in a rose vignette nostalgia I can't help myself im only human
ladylee
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ladylee  philly
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