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THOUGHTS & MUSINGS

I Carry the Guilt of my Parents

The mixture of their guilt and my grief is bringing me down

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Tomorrow it’s a month ago that my daughter finally came in contact with her father. In this month, many invisible forces started working; many emotions came into play.

A happy-bubble

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Marie A. Rebelle

❤️ Writer: fact and fiction; sometimes transgressive, sometimes erotic, always about life. | Editor: Serial Stories, Tantalizing Tales, Teaser Tales ❤️