Soft air ululating through the hole in her heart. Mama says to keep my mouth shut, but I only want to help. Nothing seems to heal the time she thought she'd spent so wisely, but she must have known deep down that the nights weren't right and the days were never hers. Mama says each person's gotta make their own mistakes, but what Mama doesn't know is that youth isn't the same as it was in her day. Maybe we're all just too jaded for our own good. But Mama kisses my forehead and says, Don't let it get to you. You're gonna be alright.
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