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An ode to my mother

by makayla-shea

I’m crying watching tiktok Wishing we could talk Wondering if you remember How we were supposed to make pretzels That long past December You told me to buy the yeast And I waited and waited and waited For you to call And therein lies the fall I fell for your lies Holding my breath again Now I’ve burned those ties At least I don’t have to pretend
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Written by
makayla-shea
26 / F
Published
Jan 9, 2025
Time
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I still miss her

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