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Just a reflectionJust a glimpse, just a little reminderOf all the what aboutsAnd all the might have co-co-could have beensAnother day, some other way But not another reason to continueAnd now you're one of us, the wretched (the wretched) The hopes and praysThe better daysThe far awaysForget it (forget it, forget it) It didn't turn out … Continue reading A Love Song to My Daughter’s Adoptive Parents
Who would have thought that I would become an adoptive mother? Certainly not me. Yes, you read that right. My husband and I are hopeful adoptive parents. We are anticipating, if all goes well, our adoption to finalize before the end of the years (Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to us!)
reality, go do some fucking heroin and O.D. Dumb fuck. You're a dumb fuck is what you are." -Andy Ross, as said to my daughter at age 15.
Sometimes I want to come outside of this broken down little home I've made on the far side of Adoptionland, this house I've barricaded myself into so no one can get in, and more importantly, so my uncontrolled rage can't get out and do anymore harm.
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