The Child I Used To Be
All the expectations I face.
Are causing suffering that my efforts will never erase.
If only I could provide assistance to the child I used to be.
The child I will never be able to go back and save, despite the old pleas.
But now, as I am aging alone.
There is no path to acceptance I can hone.
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