Entry Seven

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She doesn't care. That's what I told myself through the years. She doesn't think about me at night before she goes to bed. She doesn't look for my face in crowded rooms. She doesn't remember the color of my eyes even though she gave birth to me. She doesn't talk about me or miss me or love me. She found it easier to walk away than stay and be there for her own blood. She didn't want me and she never will. And that's why she left – because she didn't want to be a part of my story; she was just meant to be just one chapter.

So why is she back?

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