that son | Literature 2022
Once upon a time
i would have been proud to be like you
In a land far away
i see an alter of myself, so deja vu
the same cadence
the same drink
the same thoughts
the same bullshit
why am seeing a mirror of myself
in the shattered rose glasses
why do i keep breaking my heart
and bleeding me out with the shards of truth
i am my father's daughter
that i know to be true
no matter how hard i escape it
these chains resist to break
i take two steps forward
and go back ten
is it because we grew up under the same tutelage
or is because i still look up to you ?
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