My first memory is about dying
Everyone dressed in black
A mother of a mother of a mother
And I'm too young to be crying
I was too young to feel the mothers' slack
That's why I haven't become another.
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saving the world
Poesiathe story of why healers and lovers are here. i wanted to write my life story in hopes to find my tribe. wherever you are, you're not alone.
