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I really can't stand this smell; it's like a mix of antiseptic, soap, and pine cleaner. I've been staring at the bare white wall for the past two hours, unblinking. It's like having a conversation without using words in the emptiness and darkness where memories and feelings mix together. Finding comfort in the empty space helps. In the quietness, all I hear is the steady beeping of the heart monitor next to me and the faint murmurs of the nurses echoing in the hallway. I cradle my belly, where my barely there bump protected my little peanut. It was only the size of a plum, and while some might see it as just a bunch of cells, to me, it meant the world. -------------------------- # 2 heartache # 44 supportive Join Aria on her journey as she faces her sorrow, self-discovery and transformative love.
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