A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, May 26, 2013
I'm just like her.
I keep silent;
I try to make peace.
But I stay too silent,
Like her,
And let the war rage on
Inside.
After all,
I look like her,
And apparently drive like her,
So why shouldn't
I solve problems like my mom?
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