Fuck You, Trump. My baby was “ripped out of my womb” because I was going to die.
Cecily Kellogg

We haven’t met, but I wanna hug you so much. Sharing this with so many strangers takes courage. I also feel you told this story with a mix of stream-of-consciousness and impeccable structure that reminds me of Charles Dickens. So not only did you bare your soul, you did so really well. Hugs! All the Hugs!

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