motherhood
we do not breed despair. we nurish it deep inside us until it escapes us, screaming and gasping for air.
now we have it in our arms and we have to put it to sleep.
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motherhood
we do not breed despair. we nurish it deep inside us until it escapes us, screaming and gasping for air.
now we have it in our arms and we have to put it to sleep.