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Oct 2015
It hurts not hearing you call my name anymore.
The day you died I just wondered who is going to call me by that name now?
But when other people call me by that name it hurts and I do not like being called that no longer.
Mostly because I'm your baby doll and nobody else's.
Misfitkilljoy
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Misfitkilljoy  23/F/Not of this world
(23/F/Not of this world)   
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