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for Self Reflection Pt 3

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I think the lyrical quality of the first two parts of this poem is crystallized wonderfully here. It feels like a song almost. Such a great set of lines: "You are a hyphenate / a mirror, a multiple / never the singular / mother-cutting-smoking." Heartbreaking yet understandable that fifteen years later, the depression is greater. (I found it interesting that Depression is capitalized; I can feel the weight it holds.) This one feels broken down, like the narrator is stuck between the past and an uncertain future. I know myself how difficult depression is, and you've expressed it so well here. Hope you keep writing these!

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