Fate pulled a cruel trick on you, because you would have made a great mum. What you you writing? I can usually work out where you are.
I think I am glad you did...and no too. But she knows. And...yes...maybe in a bit. You were wearing that the day before and on...Monday?
It's ok because you can always be the one we can call when we need some fun and dancing. And laughing in the rain. What's eating you up eh? Parasites in the womb not life.
You don't need it...there is plenty of time. It;s not essential. Hello, little man. Darling baby girl. If you think I am cute you should see my...daddy. Is he yours? Don't they grow up quick? Oh.
You want to stay then? I might have to go. If you do stay I can always...sorry. I can't do this...I can always...I can't, always. I want more. Sorry. It's not the end of the world, not like losing a limb.
Nothing can fill this hole.
Dirty.
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