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by Linda Jul 29, 2025 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A beautiful bride. Cherry blossom dress and veil, a dream for her groom. Anxiety strong, I see everyone staring, but it’s starting soon. My jealous mother could not understand why a man would love me so. Enough to marry, or to propose to me twice, never let me go. She cannot access, she can’t abuse, nor either bring me disrespect. He’s holding me fast, he gently grasps both my hands. He loves, he protects.