A child is lost, unable to cry

whisked far away, no-one knew why

her crime had a cost, she saw on that day

she had many a child, their fate she knew not

she lived her life wild, all her children forgot

 

Kelly Kasper-Blake 2001

Dear Mom, At some point in my life I became all the things I Hated about you. Love, Your Daughter

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