[voice]

[followvoices]

I can't do it. I lost Simon [...] and I lost the surrogate I made. Both of them. [pause.] All of them. I'm not fit for it.

[She takes a deep breath. It pains her to say this, but something fuels her to do it anyway.]

Someone else....should take her. I didn't keep her safe. I didn't keep myself safe. Someone else has to do it.

[...]

Please.

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[playwitchu]

... Mother?

[followvoices]

I want you to be safe.

[playwitchu]

But I can keep you safe. So please no, Momma.

[followvoices]

It won't work. The roles can't be reversed. Not all the time.]

I'm sorry.

[flowwithdestiny]

Hmmm?

[followvoices]

I'm no longer fit to be a mother.

[flowwithdestiny]

You're a bit young to be worried about that, aren't you?

[followvoices]

I have...I have a daughter. Already.

I'm a young mother.

[rogue_scion]

Who are you talking about?

[followvoices]

My daughter.

She thinks she's my daughter.

[rogue_scion]

I have room in my apartment, if she needs housing.

[ys_cant_die]

This is new.

[followvoices]

There were too many straws.

[ys_cant_die]

Too many straws?

[followvoices]

On my back.