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In all reality, I wanted you more than you wanted me. A daily heartbreak.

I knew you would break my heart, just wish I knew when.

I wish you stayed in my dreams, because the reality of your heartbreak is to real to imagine.

“To the mothers who fight for us. And mothers who become lifeboats when we are drowning. And mothers who empower us when we are broken, fill us with hope when we have none, teach us joy even when their own is diminishing. And mothers who give us oceans of love when we do not think we can love ourselves and who stand up for us no matter what. And mothers who are trying to do better than their own mothers. And mothers who do not let us carry our traumas alone. And mothers who show us victories even within defeat. And mothers who have fought to make this world a better place for us and light fires within us to keep fighting on. And mothers who aren’t perfect but do their very best for their children, I see you. And mothers who are unappreciated. And mothers who deserve better. And mothers who are sacred, not because they are perfect, but because they are home. Thank you for always being our home.”

— Nikita Gill, Notes on Mothers Day

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“Darkness is acceptable and even attractive so long as there is a threshold that is not crossed. But most people I know who suffer, suffer relentlessly and unendingly no matter what sort of future is proposed (“it’ll get better/it won’t always be this like/you will start to heal/I know it’s such a cliché but you really will come out of this stronger in the end”).”

— — Jenny Zhang, from “How It Feels,” Poetry

I ain’t the only one. You just want me to believe it.