life
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CW: suicidal ideation and a suicide attempt I It is four o’clock in the morning my soul is chatty and will not be denied. I am ducked under the blanket with the phonelight, sleeping 7 year old limbs strewn sweetly across my body. Mom forgot and left the heat off again in my petulant battle
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It will never be today again. And by that I mean, I love you. I mean, what a miracle, that we are here together, right now. How will we be with that joyful circumstance? It will never be today again and by that I mean, I am haunted by the “x’s” that my son draws
Lilith Rising 