As I type this I know a girl who is tired beyond tired. She runs a marathon everyday to ensure that two smaller lesser people are taken care of, loved. The physical and emotional stress she is under I will never experience because I will never be and can never be a Mother. So why must this girl deny herself the one thing she craves most? How do I get her to shut off and go to sleep, rest?
I swear she was a Kamikaze pilot in her last life. I guess as long as I am the aircraft carrier she aims for and crashes into I have everything I need. I just wish she would get some sleep so she can fly straight.
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