When I’m stressed and depressed and my head is aching, I do not want my mother. She did not choose me. I need the love and caress of the woman who has chosen my body and my soul.
TheWriteStuff
a group of people who write things, i hope. we are snippets and thingos and whatsits and fiction and emotion and haikus and stories and conversation quotes and character ideas and whatever strikes us at the moment.
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