Who was I?
Did I exist?
Did I own my existence?
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I did not own my own reality...
I am not a potion or a drug for you to take. I am now a construct of my own interpretation. I own me.
I'm sorry. For the world you lived. For the lack of life you experienced due to others ignorance. You should not have to pay for what is not owed. You should not be a construct for someone else's dejection. The power they held and the incomprehension of their own actions is not your fault. It's probably not their fault either.
You must learn. You must grow. Do what they did not. Do not succumb to their lack of or their exorbitant amount of pride. Do not reach or succumb to either side. Find balance. Find reason among the chaos. Find yourself. You are your own person.
You will be different. You will not become an encumbrance to your children. You will be a light in their world. You will be their guide. You will be able to build a foundation others cannot. You will help them build a house of their dreams. You will be what you wished you had. You will be knowledgeable. You will provide support. You will be present. You will be different.
You will be a parent.
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Author's Note
... No I am not pregnant.
