Who is more afraid of my pain, you or me? Trying so hard to keep it together while telling the world my sad news. Telling as a safeguard against further pain when you ask about my baby or wonder why I seem to have been pregnant for an eternity when I am actually pregnant for the 2nd time.
I hear your heart felt condolences. The 2nd time I see you it is awkward, not wanting to ask how I am, knowing that I may cry or really tell you what is on my mind. We dance around the elephant in the room and when I burst out and tell you your eyes shift in hopes of my bantering lasting only a few moments. I oblige your silent request with a shields up.
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