"I am my mother's daughter" these words echoe through my head as unwelcomed as the boogeyman's footsteps through my bedroom door. I gather up as much evidence as I can and feed myself lines, all in an effort to convince myself that I am nothing nor will I ever be anything like the woman that stands before me; or what's left of her anyways.


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