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Apr 2
Birthed my own happiness
Making life worth living
My day, my night, my everything

His laugh
His little hands
His sparkling eyes
His unbiased curiosity

Consumed by expectations
Worried about my imperfections
My sun, my moon, my world
I've been a mom for 8 months now and it makes me feel all types of emotions. Sometimes I'm lonely, frustrated, and sad but through it all I've been the happiest I've ever been.
Nisha
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Nisha  22/F/Florida
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