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Aug 2018
I am my grandmother tense,
and my mother frantic.
My grandfather suspicious,
and my father hot headed.
I am my brothers manic,
and my cousin confused.
But in the very end -
we are what we choose.
To some degree we must take responsibility for our own self-nurturance, and what behaviours we wish to sustain as grown-*** people, and end cycles of negative/abusive behaviours (no matter how little).
Laura
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Laura  26/F/Toronto
(26/F/Toronto)   
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   arizona
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