pictures of someone else that became me
wondering / remembering at the turmoil
behind the smiles of captured moments
it is possible to be happy
for me to be happy
to have joy
unmistakable it is there
i feel so betrayed
Just going through a picture album my sister made for me. Good memories. Forgotten memories. Sometimes it is hard to recognize me in that little person. She still makes me smile though.
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