When I look at her.
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MatureComplete Wed, Aug 6, 20257m
A raw poetry series about my mother-
her childhood in violence,
the life she survived with my father,
and the quiet, beautiful woman she became.
It's about grief, healing,
and the version of her we'll never meet.
She gave us everything.
Even the pieces of herself she never got back.
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