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always clinging,
always needing.
my child, my burden, my heart.
if the gods had mercy,
I would have been only your sister,
not your mother.
I threw away my sleep
to keep you warm.
tucked you in with lullabies
I was never sung.
it was not love that gave me this duty.
but their absence.
their cowardice.
their choice.
you ruined my childhood.
though it was never yours to steal,
only mine to surrender.
and yet,
how cruel,
that I still love you.
even as you chained me
to a life I never chose.
let those above hear me:
I was your mother,
when the ones who had us
refused to be.