It owns a home recipe blog. Please don't call its blog a mommy blog or everything that makes it feel will dissolve to white noise. It's pathetic. All it feels is nothing and everything and pain and sadness, and on the days it whimpers it hopes, that some day its glass skin will fall away and make room for another day. The thought petrifies it. Every thought petrifies it. You've probably heard its sobs. They ring on white, aching days.
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