Undone by his hands,
her makeup.
She was tired.
Took her to the bathroom,
Brushed her teeth.
off to the bed,
riding on his back.
She refuses to walk,
or talk,
or think.
He waits.
She says she loves her mommy the most
But she knows,,
He's like a real mom
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 4:12 PM UTC
Undone by his hands,
her makeup.
She was tired.
Took her to the bathroom,
Brushed her teeth.
off to the bed,
riding on his back.
She refuses to walk,
or talk,
or think.
He waits.
She says she loves her mommy the most
But she knows,,
He's like a real mom
Depressed partner
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