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Hey, can we get away? I know it's only been two weeks and four days, But do you understand how good a mother I would be? The only reason I wouldn't do this, Is because when you look For a perfect man; You don't want him to be more perfect than you. I can raise our daughter to be A better version of me ~the version you fell for~ I know it. You see, my insecurities are Getting ahead of me. I will never be As rich As resilient As hardworking ~maybe i'll quit when it gets hard?~ I'll never complain though, I swear I won't. Your mother scares me But I promise, That when **** finally gets good, I'll be the daughter she never had. I already get along with the rest of your family anyway. I won't be the prettiest Or the fittest Or the funniest But I swear to keep a stash of Stories of stars And moonlight sonatas And shy hugs And support so cosmic, The solar system will revolve around us. I promise to never make you feel mediocre. Because that's all I am And I know just How bad it hurts.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
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Hey, can we get away? I know it's only been two weeks and four days, But do you understand how good a mother I would be? The only reason I wouldn't do this, Is because when you look For a perfect man; You don't want him to be more perfect than you. I can raise our daughter to be A better version of me ~the version you fell for~ I know it. You see, my insecurities are Getting ahead of me. I will never be As rich As resilient As hardworking ~maybe i'll quit when it gets hard?~ I'll never complain though, I swear I won't. Your mother scares me But I promise, That when **** finally gets good, I'll be the daughter she never had. I already get along with the rest of your family anyway. I won't be the prettiest Or the fittest Or the funniest But I swear to keep a stash of Stories of stars And moonlight sonatas And shy hugs And support so cosmic, The solar system will revolve around us. I promise to never make you feel mediocre. Because that's all I am And I know just How bad it hurts.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
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