At age 60, I could've seen my children fall in love. Become men and women, not kids anymore. I could've seen them walk down the aisle, smiling brightly. I would've cried tears of joy, not tears of sorrow.
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If Only I was Loved
Historia CortaShe 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...
