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Do you know me?
Lost: 59 year old woman who responds to all that is constructive and which benefits both sides of truthfulness. May be feeling unworthy and unloved, due to being unloved by any living entity, and having crossed lines where shores might not again recognize her. Perhaps black hole fodder? It is a fact that she failed as a daughter, as a sister, and as a mother. She was unable to overcome the napalm apparent in the morning of childhood. She remained unaware of her own identity until it was too late, and was unable to put the pieces together for lack of a quiet, safe space to do so. For lack of knowing one who could be trusted to safeguard daughters who were very precious indeed. Daughters who were set adrift until claimed by maniacal forces. These two known girls who will not see each other. Conceived in separate lifetimes which did not merge for lack of maturity and integrity at the helm of a vessel which has since crashed. Overachievers. Brilliant minds. Without a past worth salvaging. Unable to draw from rock. The ocean between them grows, bodies floating above and below the surface. Some dead. Some alive. Alive and deadly. Worth saving but waters too treacherous now Where is my mother unscathed? Mommy I cry, reaching out knowing full well all is lost. Lost.