i am my mother's daughter
not a reflection of my father
my laughter sounds like hers
and my mind is wise beyond my years
i cry at everything
and i'm connected to cold men by a string
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
hundred eighty four: mother
i am my mother's daughter
not a reflection of my father
my laughter sounds like hers
and my mind is wise beyond my years
i cry at everything
and i'm connected to cold men by a string
