Day 12: meh prose but make it bad poetry

I awaken to a call from my brother.
He incoherently speaks of our mother:
"Mother's sister of father!"
I wonder why I bothered.
I hang up, but the pain isn't over.
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I wake up again
No tears fall. I must distract
Before it begins
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My name is Eris
I undo by way of strife
My name is Eros
I undo by way of love
My name Hedone
and I undo by way of pleasure
My name is Athena
and I undo by way of strategy
My name is Coeus
and I undo by way of wisdom
My name is Psykhe
and one day I will know myself, and live forever