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Oct 2018
My family asks why I keep them at a distance
And I tell them
That every time I open my heart
They shroud it in black dust
From the cruelty of their words
Words from good intentions gone wrong
Wrongful actions
Disguised as "I did this for you."
"And I am your mother."
A mother's love
I know is there
Somewhere
But it just breaks my heart
To know
I have found more safety
In the harbor of a stranger's home
Than in my own family's docks
Kirsten Claire
Written by
Kirsten Claire  19/F/Utah
(19/F/Utah)   
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     TH, Ben's Oldies, Filomena and Cledentine
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