The Death Within Me
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I became a different person the day I lost you.
1 in 4. That is how many women's pregnancies end in miscarriage. It's so covered in shame and guilt that no one can speak on it.
I will forever talk about my precious Angel.
This is my story and I'm not really sure where this will go, I don't have a plan but this is what grief looks like.
If you relate, I'm so sorry mama.
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