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Apr 2016
I don't want to be a mother and have my children running their small petite hands over my scars and reminding me of the past, running their hands over them and asking what happened, running their hands over them and going mummy ouchies it will break my heart.....
Maddii Lloyd
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Maddii Lloyd  Australia
(Australia)   
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