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I am not sure where my femininity ends and my motherhood begins. Sometimes I feel certain that I am fulfilled, complete, and the other times I would like to be just a woman again. My body is tired, it is also constantly touched, hugged by small arms and delicate hands, it is penetrated and tested. There is a thin line in the motherhood between complete fulfillment & sacrifice, between boundless love & pain.
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