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When kacka was born we were one.
A team. A seamless unit. I felt safe.
We could conquer anything - face anyone.
Knowing you were there made me brave.
Made me a fearless and confident mother.
But now, I am tired, too tired to even recall how I wasn't tired then.
Now I am hurting in all different places and don't feel safe. I feel like I am always falling.
Every day, fallin...
Tuesday 28th January 2025 8:41 pm
When the world is strange
When the world becomes strange
I know you'll hold me safe
When I am old and I am grey
I know you'll hold me again
Just like I hold you now
My little butterfly
You flit this way and that
Always coming back
Because the world is strange
You ask me if its okay
To fly away again
And I hold you and nod
And away you go again
Always coming back.
I know you'll ho...
Wednesday 8th January 2025 11:37 pm
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