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Aug 2020
Mama,
I did not know the promises
I made
I simply chose the boxes you said were right
A rebel,
I sought after a dream
but could not be all the other things necessary
Who knew passion misplaced
Could be an affliction,
a storm?

My love and fear collide
Fighting for primacy
A broken promise,
I have become
The storm I couldn't weather.
Sometimes we have to break hearts to save our own.
Victor Gordon Musara
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