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Every mother I know (and every mother I don’t) | Is a magical being | And not
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The hand wash is about to run out | I see it and am reminded of you
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I am excited to see you tomorrow | I am terrified of the path I need to take to see you
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There is a little lump of weight on my shoulder | Tiny squeaks of breaths swishing by my ear
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Oh No! Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want you to pledge Eternity
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Yeah, okay I am cool..
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Sometimes it crushes me The weight of social expectations Of smiles I don’t feel Of interactions I dread Of conversations I can’t cherish Of not being comfortable but still trying to appear so this mental roller coaster, this constant to and fro Between I can do this, it’s just people, be myself, be real And
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My heart is heavy It bleeds It churns You stand on the edges while my world burns
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Was there any legal correctness in Shakespeare’s climax for this tale?
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Commemoration? Remembrance? Homage? To you, What do I pay? To you, What can I say?
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Are you magical? Or am I needy?
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