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My mother tells me, that when I was young I used to wear everyone’s shoes lying around and run all over the house, but whenever I saw my father’s; I would pick them up and bring them to her but that is just the story of every toddler I know Lately, I engage with people of different aspects some would delight my day with the symphony of kindness, tranquility, the sound of the silent sea at night but some would shade my soul with my father’s weaknesses like having his last name and resemblance is to admit on to carrying his burning cross of sins And I sometimes wish, that my mother could clarify how I’ve been always too frail to fit in my father’s shoes
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Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
The Lineage of sins
My mother tells me, that when I was young I used to wear everyone’s shoes lying around and run all over the house, but whenever I saw my father’s; I would pick them up and bring them to her but that is just the story of every toddler I know Lately, I engage with people of different aspects some would delight my day with the symphony of kindness, tranquility, the sound of the silent sea at night but some would shade my soul with my father’s weaknesses like having his last name and resemblance is to admit on to carrying his burning cross of sins And I sometimes wish, that my mother could clarify how I’ve been always too frail to fit in my father’s shoes
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Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
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