Stolen
Stolen is my identity
Stolen is my name
Stolen is my purpose
You are here no more and someone has stolen what remains.
I can’t find me;
who I am,
what I call myself,
what I am to do in this place.
You’re not here: can I call myself “mom?”
Stolen is my identity
Stolen is my name
Stolen is my purpose
You are here no more and someone has stolen what remains.
I can’t find me;
who I am,
what I call myself,
what I am to do in this place.
You’re not here: can I call myself “mom?”
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