𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈

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I'm tired of crying out your name
And begging you to love me.
I want it to come naturally.
I want more than anything your maternal instinct to kick in,
And for you to recognize that your baby needs you,
More than your cigarettes or boyfriends ever will.