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why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

The art of pretending

the daughter who carries everything - poem by hailey wood “i’m an eldest daughter which means i am the chair my mother sits in when she cries about my father i’m an eldest daughter which means i am the room my brother walks into when he has done something wrong i’m an eldest daughter...

But keep it all a hundred, did you have faith? When I was around, you never looked my way This a fast life, mami, things gon' change I was never the type to complain I did my own thing