Today is another bad day, where focusing on anything just isn't enough. It feels like m heart has been ripped out of my chest, it feels emty but at the same time it feels heavy asif someone had filled it with bricks. I keep thinking of how i will never know her smile, laugh, first words, i will never be able to couch her again. I will never know what her eye colour was, and when i look at my body all i see is an emty sack covered in scars. A reminder of how long we have waited for her and of how long i have carried her and of how afraid i was and exited. Today is a bad day where no words can describe the pain or make me feel better. I just want to lay down next to her crib and cry until i wake up from this horible nightmare.
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