we all have something to look up to,
something that's killing us inside,
staring at the celling fan,
two rooms divided by a wall,
sits a mother and a daughter,
resilience and strain
one pushing through,
one giving up
sitting in two rooms,
separated by a wall
one dimly lit,
other with all the light
the only two residents of the house
a mother and a daughter
the mother walked into the other room
with a problem
something on her phone,
she's yet to learn
she asked for help,
the daughter didn't.
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aaumsy 