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Aug 2015
which why ways I turn I
thought of my mom and
our relationship,
saw me as her thirty years ago
I saw her become I
or me become her morphed
into what I disliked as a kid
was now me
the martyr
the saviour complex
the reasons I have stray cats dogs and people
depending on me,
and not one of them does anything for me, just asking
for more of
Hi Mom!
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