A Truth Untold

It runs in the family
I am not liked by my mother
and she was not liked by hers
To be good enough
we fought
Good enough
we never were
never will be

But if
by a disaster
in disguise of a miracle
good enough
we ever become
we would have nothing
between us
that is what binds us 
our ideal imperfections


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