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I remember the day I wanted to write something desperately. The urge was kind of something inexpressible. I can’t call it tension, anxiety, stress, burden, love, liking, passion or whatever that already has a definition. The feel was something different. Why can’t I call it a motherly feeling? Perhaps I was pregnantby Kiddy on Aug 27 4:22 AM, 300 words. → Make first comment?
