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dear mom,

sometimes i wish you never left me. sometimes i wish you wanted to work things out. sometimes i wish you would somehow find my number and call me for lunch to see how i'm doing. sometimes i wish i knew what it's like to be held by you. sometimes i wish i knew a mother's unconditional love. sometimes i wish you loved me so that i wouldn't be mean to those who try to replace your love and love me. sometimes i wish things were different between us. then i remember things are different between us because we're too different, clearly. then i remember not to beg for love, especially love that's supposed to come from one who made me. then i snap out of it and remind myself i don't want to ever be the person you are or be around you. i remind myself that if you wanted to be in my life i wouldn't be writing this right now.