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All she wanted was to wash the stink of the bunkers from her clothes. She didn't want to think about the outside world. She didn't want to think about whether or not people died that day, or whether or not her family was okay, or whether or not Azula was even alive, despite having tried her hardest to teach her her best moves.
All Mai wanted to do was throw her clothes off an curl into the closest tub of hot water and pretend that everything was still fine and that nothing had happened and that the entire capitol wasn't in utter disarray thanks to a group of kids.
She also wanted to know where the hell Zuko was. He promised he would come visit me and Ty Lee, I guess.
It wasn't like him to just not show up without any word. So where was he?
As she started ridding herself of the many layers of clothes, she wondered if, perhaps, he just forgot. Sometimes he did that, especially when things got intense, and he seemed really up
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A secret I keep
Not to turn to those I love
For trust is a delicate thing
My past forgotten
My childhood nonexistent
I'm left as an adult
A clean slate to my name
With no definition
I stand hollow
How can I define me?
How can I even understand me?
I have a name,
But still I don't understand me
A family of my own
I dream of that every day
Children looking up to me
Calling me "mom"
Would I be understood then?
Would I be able to define me?
Would the hollowness disappear?
I can see myself being defined
A wonderful mother, teacher, and lover
I will bring smiles to all who surround me
They will be happy as I will
Love would comfort the hearts that I touch
Even many that they would touch in return
I can see myself being that future self
I can be strong
I can love and be loved
Soft spoken in my guidance
I will be someone my children can look up to
I will teach then not to fear
To believe in themselves and in God
They will stand for their futu