At age 28, I could've had kids. Ones I could have loved and cherished. With my husbands eyes and a cute button nose. I would've loved each and every one of those tiny little symbols of love.
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If Only I was Loved
Short StoryShe was a little girl, a joy, a ray of sunshine. This girl soon grew. And her insecurities poked. Piercing her skin. The Demons seeped through, all those cuts and the bruises. This is her story. About Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia and Suicide. View...
