Poem for Mag's mom from Maggie himself. Bring on the big sad.
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You created me
You molded me like a tiny clay figure until you were satisfied
You did your best, focusing on details, making sure I was one hundred percent perfect
But I'm not
I'm not perfect
Even though you were so careful
Even though you paid so much attention
I'm not perfect and I'll never be
And I'm sorry for that
But I hope you are okay with it
And I hope you are satisfied either way
I hope you are happy with who I've become
I miss you
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Kinda shitty, but I wrote this for my mom when she was away for work, and it means a lot to me. I don't know what I'd do without my mother; I don't know how Magnus does it.
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FanfictionJust a bunch of FierroChase shit Disclaimer: I obviously don't own any of the characters. We all know Rick Riordan does. I also don't own the cover art nor any media I may use.
