When they ask me what my mom was like during my childhood
I close my eyes and try to imagine something normal to respond
But all I can see is a very small version of me
Reading books to myself & putting myself to sleep.
I ache for something I've never had.
Some sense of belonging or open arms
I wrap my own arms around myself and though I don't sleep well, I know I'll always have myself.
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M.P.G✨
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Poems lonely and sad
PuisiThese are the ones for the people who feel their alone. The ones who are alone.the people who feels so isolated it numbs them. this is for the people that get it and people that don't don't
