Miss Rebelle (prilbot) wrote,
Miss Rebelle

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Dear Child,
please get out of me so I can breathe again.
I created you your own lungs to play with, so why not go and try them out?
It can't be THAT nice in there... Come out so I can put you down, rather than carrying you across my stomach.
Come out so I can see what you look like.
Come out, come out, come out.

Yours sincerely, your Mother.
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