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May 2
Your family hates me for leaving you
They don’t know
I would have died had I stayed
Even a cactus can die of thirst

© 2025 Joan Zaruba. All rights reserved.
These lines came to me this morning while grieving the loss of ex-family.  Despite the pain of being misunderstood by those who used to call me daughter and sister, I have no regrets about choosing my wellbeing over martyrdom.
Joan Zaruba
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Joan Zaruba  43/F/Minnesota, USA
(43/F/Minnesota, USA)   
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