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May 2017
what no other has ever known
except maybe my mother
is how I see myself

what no other has ever known
is to see how I know I've done wrong
they always say I'm so sure
but the only thing to be sure about is gone

i told more than one how I felt
and though I did for a bit
mostly I didn't belong

there was once a feeling I had
of being wanted
but she could only feel
the things that no other has ever known
except maybe her mother too

they never did meet
but they both know
what the other has known
that their children
aren't always so strong
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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