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in another life i hand myself the softness i craved the hush of a nursery, tiny socks folded in drawers, the scent of baked cookies and giggles echoing down a hallway i built with both hands and every part of my heart. in another life, i let myself be her the one who kneels to tie shoelaces and learns their favorite video game just to lose on purpose. the mom who never forgets a bedtime story even when the world outside forgets everything else. but not in this one. not here. not when the sky falls in headlines and safety feels like a myth told to children too young to know better. my mother still holds hope she says: you’d be a good one. you’d love so fully, they’d bloom. but she doesn’t see that my love is the very reason i won’t. because to carry them into this chaos this fractured, loud, unforgiving place feels like betrayal dressed in lullabies. so i stay empty, not from lack but from a fullness of care so deep it aches. and maybe in another life i will not love them by leaving them behind.
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Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
In another life
in another life i hand myself the softness i craved the hush of a nursery, tiny socks folded in drawers, the scent of baked cookies and giggles echoing down a hallway i built with both hands and every part of my heart. in another life, i let myself be her the one who kneels to tie shoelaces and learns their favorite video game just to lose on purpose. the mom who never forgets a bedtime story even when the world outside forgets everything else. but not in this one. not here. not when the sky falls in headlines and safety feels like a myth told to children too young to know better. my mother still holds hope she says: you’d be a good one. you’d love so fully, they’d bloom. but she doesn’t see that my love is the very reason i won’t. because to carry them into this chaos this fractured, loud, unforgiving place feels like betrayal dressed in lullabies. so i stay empty, not from lack but from a fullness of care so deep it aches. and maybe in another life i will not love them by leaving them behind.
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Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
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