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Dear Mom,
Though we are from the same seed,
I don't have to let my flowers wither.
I don't have to watch my roots rot.
I can choose to grow.
Love and loathe,
the best and worst parts of you,
your daughter.
About the Creator
Raine Neal
Just trying to make it through the days - writing is a great way to stay distracted and refreshed.
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