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I am heavy
Weightless
Loved
Hated
A whore
A saint
Mother
I am a mother
So why can I not hold my babies?
Drifting, I think I'm drifting
away
Forever
I love you Grayson
I love you, my son
I love you, my daughter
YOU ARE READING
S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
