Literary Colonel
The one with fiction, ambition and bag full of distractions
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You curl your head away from me. You crunch your food from me. You make me spoon and squeal. You are a ball of mess but I’m a mess without you. You make me want to scream from roof tops and without you, there are no rooftops. After death, where are you now? For without you, it is always dark.
Wasn’t very fond of kids Wasn't very fond of their cries or their sleepless routine. Until I heard nurses whispering- “Miscarriage” amidst a pool of blood in a pool of self-pity amidst silent cries of my husband at nights... Realisation then dawned.
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