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Dec 2016
I spend each day counting the minutes until it's over
Holding on to nothing more than strings of guilt and obligation
What love can I give to this little boy?
When all my thoughts are screaming to die
I wonder how much longer until they tell me he'll be better off without me.
Miss Grim
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Miss Grim  31/F/Rhode Island
(31/F/Rhode Island)   
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     Jamison Bell
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