fiction

 

So what happens now?

Eat me, drink me,

grow,

or shrink away from all I have become?

 

Do I *want* to find my mother?

Perhaps not – but I NEED to.

She created me

She may destroy me

I am the only one in-between.

 

One thing that I do know…

I will find you before I die.

 

When the story is only fiction,

the author chooses his own end.

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