I know I’m not the only one who bites their own shoulder in the night when their nursling hasn’t stopped for six hours,

the only one who wants to rip off their breasts and throw them away so no one can ever touch them again,

the only one who cries when they are wanted and needed because being a life source is… a lot,

the only one who worries for the day, that will come, when they stop.



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