I hate myself
I’ve tried to kill my self three times.
Inrefuse to accept that someone could love me because I hate myself.
Except now I have 2 beautiful angels that I have been gifted with.
i believed in the man who was there for me then. He lied. He abanded and now it’s me, and these 2 beautiful angels.
Everyday, I’m in love with these two beautiful children.
Everyday, I am grateful for their health.
Everyday, I am grateful for their love.
Everyday, I am grateful to be alive.
To have known their love is to know love is real.
The miracle of their smiles, their laughs, their hugs... make the world an amazing place.
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