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Second Hand Daughter
The problem was
You only tried to find me
In places that I’d already been
Collecting pieces of my shed skin
to prove
That you know who I am
Always chasing me down
With past versions of myself
A second hand daughter
Rummaged up only through thrifted stories
I’m not composed of anymore
You only tried to find me
In places that I’d already been
Collecting pieces of my shed skin
to prove
That you know who I am
Always chasing me down
With past versions of myself
A second hand daughter
Rummaged up only through thrifted stories
I’m not composed of anymore
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