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It is funny now
that we look back
at how foolish we've been,
to be better than we are capable of becoming.
Like the people we believed
but afterwards reviled for letting ourselves believe them.
The worst is when we could never choose to love.
For example, a mother or a father who isn't your mother or father at all.
We who have been thanking them all our lives
now thank them for being the people they really are―
human like we are,
only less to themselves as we all are to the others who live in us,
those beautiful strangers
we never get to be
now laughing along with us.
2:43 PM
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