She's growing up from me
Turning into the blossoming woman
She was meant to be
Using me as the storm that she survived
To make her scars of the war
make her proud of what she's done
I rejoice at the thought of her happiness
But sour at others being the source
I'm happy for her to break free
Of the toxicity that is myself
But sour at the thought of the one good thing
That I possessed
I turned into a still doll
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
