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Of beginnings

Of beginnings

« And now let’s welcome the New Year,  Full of things that never have been »   —  As I paint the night with my screams Fireworks join me in this peticular choir,  Red flashes illuminating my face — They’re highlighting the pain That comes when things...
My mother’s daughter

My mother’s daughter

It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I...