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How I imagine it when we conceive our daughter


In a perfect world, it would be kind to our daughter, but it is a hellish place. In a perfect world, I would not be poor, I could send her to ballet classes, soccer, or taekwondo, but I am not. In a perfect world, the medication in my veins would not bore her with her heart outside of her body, but yet I am crazy. Maybe when I find someone to connect souls with when sex is not just a means to end a horny inclination but the connection of divinity when I discover I want to have sex again when it does not leave me empty as it has before. Maybe if all that comes true, we can adopt, and raise our beautiful daughter to survive against all odds and dance with her across the kitchen floor.

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