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Hector’s Mom

Don’t talk, don’t feel, don’t breathe

For the pain it will bring terrifies me

Don’t anticipate, elaborate, commiserate

Sharing examines insecurities left untreated

Don’t love, don’t try, don’t care

Drowning in disappointment dampens enthusiasm

Words lived and will die by

Imposter syndrome eclipsed authenticity

 

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