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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Poetrypoems about broken homes, friendzones, death, everything your heart does not desire
motherhood
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.
