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The things she said to me  Settled into the crevice  Of my heart  Previously unoccupied  The tighter she hugged me The warmer I felt I could never recreate  Her love for me The words  "Adopted" float around  In my head Like clouds in the sky I've thought about it A thousand times And now I know She thinks of it too.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
Adopted
The things she said to me  Settled into the crevice  Of my heart  Previously unoccupied  The tighter she hugged me The warmer I felt I could never recreate  Her love for me The words  "Adopted" float around  In my head Like clouds in the sky I've thought about it A thousand times And now I know She thinks of it too.
Ironically enough, I'm 90% I'm not adopted. I wish with all my heart I was, and this is about being called someone's adopted daughter, but no, I am not adopted as far as I know.
#mother#adopted
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
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