I don't want to be someone else. I want to be myself differently.
Like a basin of clear water, waiting for the light to be born.
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3 comments:
And then when they dunk me suddenly into that cold, dirty, germy mess, I will remember my previous unbaptized self. And cry.
that was me, n!
i seem to be forgetting to sign on nowadays.
n! n! n!
n!: Ah, the voice of experience. Having pangs about being dunked into the cold, dirty germy mess that is motherhood, are we?
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