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Elizabeth Cotton

I am still

Your daughter, with your thin eyebrows, round face, and anxiety

You always said that we were alike, that I was your clone

Everywhere I go, like it or not, I carry a part of you in me

Terrified of turning out just like you, prideful and alone


Your daughter, who just wanted you to be happy and find peace

Who would have traded anything for you to finally get it

Now taking pills to recover from what you did, like a disease

Blaming all my issues on the words you used to cut me


Your daughter, who, although it is sad and embarrassing

Cannot just let it go, cannot stop longing for a mother

She was my world and first love from the very beginning

So I am still secretly hoping that she will change

And that I'll believe her.

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