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Jul 2020
inherited
they say I have my mother's eyes,

but they never notice

that I also have

her anxiety,

her bad relationship with food,

and her ability to smile

when she's at her darkest
Written by
unnamed stargazer  she/her
(she/her)   
60
   Alex
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