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The inheritance of loss Often told as a tragic story I sit here writing while gripping onto the edges of every passing day hoping to change the narrative of this pain I'm sorry to my daughter; there were too many things I never solved I walked with this heaviness with a dream to transform the world for you but instead, I lost and lost and left these wounds on your carpet watered a grass that was already dead and called it advocacy The inheritance of loss is beaded into these gold bangles the same ones my mother gave me the same ones I keep for you
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Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 12:46 AM UTC
The inheritance of loss
The inheritance of loss Often told as a tragic story I sit here writing while gripping onto the edges of every passing day hoping to change the narrative of this pain I'm sorry to my daughter; there were too many things I never solved I walked with this heaviness with a dream to transform the world for you but instead, I lost and lost and left these wounds on your carpet watered a grass that was already dead and called it advocacy The inheritance of loss is beaded into these gold bangles the same ones my mother gave me the same ones I keep for you
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Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 12:46 AM UTC
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