Everything feels so incredibly dark. And no matter what anyone tells me, I'm wondering when to start planning for a life without kids. Maybe that's giving up. Maybe it's too soon. Or maybe it's right on time. Maybe it's exactly what I'm supposed to be doing.
"And either way I turn, I just don't have enough
Between what might be and what has been
Feels like the beginning, feels like the beginning of the end
There's a phone call on a dark night
A long heart-broken goodbye
An empty hand is wondering where to go."
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