dear mom,
our pain is passed from mother to daughter, an unbreakable cycle, like waves on water. we share a burden heavy and real, a weight we carry, that we both feel. i don't see you as a villain or foe, but the source of this pain, i've come to know. unknowingly, you've inflicted this hurt, the same that you tried to escape, but couldn't avert. my tears are evidence of this pain, a mirror of yours, again and again. cyclical and endless, we can't seem to flee, this generational pain that's a part of our family. now it's me who bears the weight, my pillows wet with tears, a heavy freight. your tears fall just like mine, for this pain, we cannot outshine, it's a cycle we can't outrun, a legacy that can't be undone.
sincerely,
your child
| 'veriteaˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹
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across the bridge of adulthood
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