I cannot be a mother. Some parts of me want to be, I can't deny; the parts I usually try to quiet when my boyfriend looks at me a certain way and I feel that familiar sense of longing and passion and pure love. I imagine what it would be like to have a tiny little piece of immortality running around with my eyes and his nose and a perfect mash-up
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*hugs*
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Daisy's doing better, though. She has a chance to get better. Thank goodness, because my heart just could not take any more of watching her struggle.
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So I've read! I'm so happy for you. :)
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