10/27/2017 the woman I came fromwe’re more alike than you’ll ever choose to believe.
I may have my fathers backside and his blue-green eyes, but I’m still all you. you aren’t just in my lead foot or my sharp wit, you run deep in my blood. the woman you are flows through me. although we’re so much the same I find myself asking how we strayed so far from each other. where did this space come from? how can I fill it again? when did I outgrow your arms? Comments are closed.
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