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Too Close for Comfort (F6114-144A)

Dear Daughter. I’m so sorry. & I’m apologizing now for all the moments in your life that you’ll have, when you feel like I wasn’t enough for you. Dear Daughter. I hope you always know that I will always love you. Even though, sometimes it may not seem that way. I hope you find it inside your soul to forgive me, Because you understand that I love the way that I do because of her. Dear Mom. You broke me. Shaddered. Into pieces that could not be placed back as 1 full whole. I am not who I should have been. Because you, couldn’t give me what I needed. It’s not your fault. Not entirely. You were born in a generation where God was the answer to every question ever considered. & love was measured by how well he could provide for the future you wanted. We view things differently. See to me, the idea of God only raises more questions. & love means appreciating the heart and the soul of another. Same sex as me or not. We don’t see the same picture in the frame. And that’s okay. I forgive you. Dear Me. It hurts. & It will always hurt. But eventually it will get better. Eventually you will learn to stand on your convictions like they’re meant for you to touch the clouds with. And eventually you will find that your beliefs are noone else’s business but yours. Eventually, you will understand that it was not her fault, it was only faulty of her time. She does not see the world like you. And eventually, you’ll see how tragic that is. Stay patient. Stay kind. Don’t lose your heart over the woman who birthed you. Because you have so much birth to do. So much growth to do. You have the world at your feet. & she may have destroyed the connection you have, But the world moves on. And she will catch up with you, eventually. Do not slow down for her. Always know that she loves you. & she tries her best. Even when it doesn’t seem so. Dear Daughter. I was pulled apart and I was shattered. But if you ever feel on the verge of being torn, Please turn to me. And I will try my best. To put your pieces back together whole. Even if that means, Losing pieces of me. Do not be alarmed. I wasn’t perfectly pieced Back to begin with. So Dear Daughter, Please forgive me. For all the heart ships thay I will put you through. I do not mean to, purposely. I grew up this way. Dear mother, I forgive you. Even though you did this to me. You grew up differently than me. But like they say, The Apple never falls far from the tree.


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