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I held her patiently; forgiving each ache she gave me.

Carrying her weight up and down summer roads,

Supporting her spine whilst sacrificing my own,

As we both grew.

And I wept as she stretched me further and further,

Until I did not recognize the body I was in.

Lying awake in bed with great efforts to sleep,

She kicked — and I screamed.

And through the pain and agony; I see her tear stained eyes

Looking back at me — I know them well.

Her and I are finally home; Delivered from myself.

I am born again.