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November 22, 2010
My child reached through my chest and grabbed onto my heart with little ghost fingers, ripped off a piece as cleanly as a razor cut. When she died, she took that bit of my heart with her.

I bled out my sanity, all the hopes and desires and dreams I had ever cared for. I bled out my potential to love as completely as before. Gone. Gone with the poisoned life-blood of an unnamed baby girl.

I didn't even know I was pregnant until she left me, but she left me changed and broken. A woman hardened and insane.