but it's genetic make-up we're ****** either way you'll end up being your parents you can't stop it.
it makes all the impossible possible things you said you'd never do you'll find yourself sitting in the middle of
my mom is my face and my bad knees and my anger and how much i cry she's the cuts on my arms and the shape of my fingernails the curl of my toes my weakness for underdogs... my mom's inside me like a parasite