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For my mother, this is for you, because you know what this is like:

I wanted to scream but you kept me silent.


I wanted to fly but you strapped me tightly to the ground. 


I had no anchor because you left me drifting.

No true north, no home, because you always pointed me south.

You gave me no place to lay still.

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