my mother pulled

my mother pulled me out
from her, within her
to this world ā€“ cruel at times, beautiful at others
it sure is a strange world
i cry, i crawl, i walk, i run, i grow tall
i fight, i suffocate, i win, i lose, i laugh
i brawl, i sob, i hide it all

From about me of amira.

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