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Oct 2023
Being a mother,
Was one of the most precious
Gifts i could have ever asked for.

Being a mother,
Is a promise to the little humans
That you bring into the world that
You will always be here to protect them.

Being a mother,
Was romanticized so much
That i am now at a lose.

No one ever said,
It would be this hard
This exhausting
This draining.

No one ever said,
That your children are
The reason you get up in the morning
But also the reason you dont want too.

No one ever said,
That when you can't handle it anymore
Because they have just destroyed your
Mental well being, and all you do is cry and beg for them to act right and not keep destroying everything.

You have to keep going.
Sqwishy
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Sqwishy  27/F/Maine
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