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Holly McClure 

On the dark morning I was born 

In which my parents had sworn 

They’d love me for a lifetime. 

In my mother's arms, I was held for the first time. 

So young, I had yet to comprehend 

The unlovedness I’d face ahead. 

Those old days of innocence that now 

Only seem to remind me of how 

The first that had ever held me 

Was the cause of my misery. 

My old self buried within the Earth 

That I hope to never unearth 

Will soon root and sprout anew. 

Rebirthed and brand-new, 

I will emerge hoping to pursue 

A lovedness that is genuinely true.