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I did not realize that it was a gene Passed down from your mother to you, then to me. Isolation in the form of small fingers wrapped Around my own, Stuck inside these four walls Tiny shrill screams inside a tiny home. A piece of advice, Passed down from your mother to you, then to me, 'You should get a TV, it can be good company’
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Apr 8, 2024
Apr 8, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
The Maternal Heredity of Loneliness
I did not realize that it was a gene Passed down from your mother to you, then to me. Isolation in the form of small fingers wrapped Around my own, Stuck inside these four walls Tiny shrill screams inside a tiny home. A piece of advice, Passed down from your mother to you, then to me, 'You should get a TV, it can be good company’
lost-girl
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24/F/American
Apr 8, 2024
Apr 8, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
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