Lost Innocence

I look like her.

I speak and act like her.

I am her.

I am not her.

Rather, an extension of her.

I am from her.

Here to experience all that she missed.

She was my mother.

I am her daughter.

So much shared.

Even more lost.

Forget and the heartache intensifies.

Remember and the pain returns.

Why am I denied?

I am strong but this is stronger.

Does a haunting soul have this much power?

I embrace our likeness and also hide from it.

It is suffocating me.

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