Hey, Mom by Devon Hulick

Every year I come upon youYou’re this feeling that I’m forced to feel even though I just want it to be simpleOr normalIf I don’t look at you in the eyes, you stay as a scabbed woundBut when I lift my head and confront it, I feel small & out of controlIt’s no longer a … Read moreHey, Mom by Devon Hulick

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