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I will be her biggest failure, The one that went all wrong. The first pancake of the batch– Always burnt and quite oblong. The one who saw the chaos And fought it like her own war. The one that was once rescued, The guiltiest feeling she ever bore. The one that saw the damage Of an ego wounded man. Who grew to find a new one, Mama couldn't fix hers– But I can. I will always be her failure– Look just like her and more. Instead of choosing different, I simply busted through Her old barred doors.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
Inheritance
I will be her biggest failure, The one that went all wrong. The first pancake of the batch– Always burnt and quite oblong. The one who saw the chaos And fought it like her own war. The one that was once rescued, The guiltiest feeling she ever bore. The one that saw the damage Of an ego wounded man. Who grew to find a new one, Mama couldn't fix hers– But I can. I will always be her failure– Look just like her and more. Instead of choosing different, I simply busted through Her old barred doors.
I mistook the tools she gave me for armor, and naively walked the same path.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
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