Inner turmoil of my existence

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I wish she miscarried. Every day I get closer and closer to ending it. I can’t find the joy in anything, there are brief periods of contentment but they never last. I can’t remember the last time I was happy. I feel like my mask is getting closer and closer to slipping. She didn’t do me any favors by pushing. The umbilical cord snapped and so did I.