At age 40, I could've watched my children grow. To be who they wanted to be. I would stand by their side big and strong. And every night they would tell me... I love you mommy.
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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...
Chapter 10
At age 40, I could've watched my children grow. To be who they wanted to be. I would stand by their side big and strong. And every night they would tell me... I love you mommy.
