Trapped in a life I didn't really create because of lives I created.
Now, I think I see that it has to be broken because, the longer it takes, the more it wears down to an ugly shape that no one involved can cherish, or appreciate.
Scars are scars.
And I love my babies enough to find my true self for them to look up to, be nurtured by, and befriend as they become beautiful adults.
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