My mother’s daughter

What’s funny is I used to get drunk and cry about how I never wanted to become my mother. The woman that was so drunk in love that she regurgitated her emotions. The woman that allowed her heart to be manipulated and rearranged countless times like a ball of clay. The woman that cried out for a man who was already too far gone.  But in a way, everything that I was running from is exactly what I have become. I used to cry for my mother  now I get drunk &  cry about you. How did you take her place?

Breaking generational curses.

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