I am not your mother, but I have bled for you.
I am not your sister, but I have stood by you.
I am not your daughter, but I have preserved you.
I am not your sister, but I have stood by you.
I am not your daughter, but I have preserved you.
I am very tired.
If you had hands, would you lift me and carry me to bed?
(Please lie. I don’t mind.)
Beautifully said. Well-constructed. Uplifting end at the last. May you receive many lies.
Thank you very much – and thank you even more for the reblog!
On Thu, Jan 26, 2017 at 7:40 AM, Only Fragments wrote:
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