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More than 200 people came to her funeral that day.  I was her daughter of 25 years.   Asking what I would be when I grow up,  I was a failure to launch from the nest.   I clung close to my mother hoping that her great secrets of happiness in life would(more)
sometimes i look at you and its like fireworks blooming in my chest, warm and bright and destructive, lifting me up off the ground before tearing me into ruined pieces that don't fit back together

you were a too bright light that i tried to contain and i(more)