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My body is warmed from the shower, everything is clean, my outside looks normal. But as the water soaks into my skin every droplet like an old memory drying me up. My insides are hurting they are sagging and depressed. "I want to be a mother," I whisper in my deepest being. "I'm not even trying." my surface level responds. "What if I can't?", my soul and heart cry in unison.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
dNot Miscarriage, Just Period.
My body is warmed from the shower, everything is clean, my outside looks normal. But as the water soaks into my skin every droplet like an old memory drying me up. My insides are hurting they are sagging and depressed. "I want to be a mother," I whisper in my deepest being. "I'm not even trying." my surface level responds. "What if I can't?", my soul and heart cry in unison.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
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