She looked at the baby sleeping so peacefully in the cot.
She ought to be a better mother,she thought.
But how would she be a better mother if all she did day and night was fight.
Fight the demons inside that wanted to tear her apart?
The demons that kept shouting her life was a mess.
The demons that kept telling her she was useless.
Maybe if she gave her baby up for adoption the demons would leave.
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