Monday, December 2, 2013
A mother and a daughter.
A sister and a friend.
And all those come together.
What if one of those pieces fell away?
A sister not a daughter.
A mother not a friend.
I am all those things.
When I wish not to be
there is no surrogate.
Together the same and all different.
Always they will make up the moments of me.
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