I love holding my son as we sleep. He’s the only reason I’m here. Once he’s older and distant from me I don’t know what I’ll do. Some days I feel like dying, some days my heart skips bests, and some days my future seems black. I feel like I get left in the past because I won’t live long. I hope I’m wrong. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2NmLW5P
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