I recall the little girl
Inhabiting this body
Who weeped
Throughout childhood
Unable to understand, the others
Who struggled to answer
For herself
And saw books as portals
Into other people's minds
I thought if I studied enough
I could stop the relentless inadequacy
I felt
If only I could learn enough
To free myself from obligation
I could do what I wanted then
I wished for love
But was used
And the relentless call to learn
Did not end
I lay here holding my own slender hand
Alone
I miss you
I'm sure I am a fool
Eternally questioning
My broken heart
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