She was a soul
that was constantly
in survival mode.
Proceed with caution,
hers was a heart
not meant to be chased
by the spineless.
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She looked at her son. He was a man now really. Moments came when she saw glimpses of the boy he once was but rarely and they were snatched by her when he didn't know that he was being scrutinised by someone trying to make sense of who this person was, what he would become.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in Fiction
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