I stand motionless in a freeze of mind.
All is a blur as I took the paper.
Names that I know.
Took control of my state of mind.
Grew to panic like a vine gone wild.
A child faked at birth.
Nevertheless loved in hope.
I hold the adoption note.
Life was a lie that was rough.
Although I was blind to see, I could not cry.
I would hold my nerve to the end.
Because of that blasted adoption note made some years ago.
Held in tight.
I hope I can one day shine bright.
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