SmokeA Poem by D.As I see myself, I see what I am starting to become. My biggest fear. The way I look, that way I sound, the way I think. I want to stop this. I want it all to drift away. I may be your daughter but you, you were never my father. The older I get, the more I grow, I become you. I see you. I have done what I thought was my best. I have tried to push these thoughts away. I have tried to stop this change. But like smoke in a mirror I am merely a shadow.
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