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"you think you're tired now, try having kids"

I miss her. I miss us. Tonight is 6 months since we lost our child. I think that was the start of us falling apart. It's what really pushed me down.

She's going to be a great mom some day. I hope she knows that.

I'm still madly in love with her, but seven words will never be enough to make the burn subside.

It's one week until I see her again. And the panic attacks just get more and more frequent.

I hope she knows how much I need her in my life. I hope she even cares.

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