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Generational Trauma
"As your child, I forgive you... but as a parent, I never will."
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In a child’s world
As I grow beneath the glittering sun
The dark clouds roam
Waiting to pounce
When will it all stop
The never-ending rain that drowns me
The snow that buries me in expectations.
How will I grow, when they won't let me.
Inside of me a small seed is blossoming
Blooming from under this treacherous place
That won't allow a single embrace
Until it succeeds and is able to pull through
But by then it will be too late.
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