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Sep 2024
Your mother cries without tears. Your mother has sad eyes. Your mother has never had anything she ever wanted except you.
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her, and that god has never blessed her in this life.
You think, I’ll be greater and smarter, more grown up and a better daughter to make it worth it for her.
Katy Maravala
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Katy Maravala  F/Los Angeles
(F/Los Angeles)   
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