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Jul 2017
The hands on the clock continuing ticking away.
There are so many things i have left to say.
The doctor has come in and gave us the look..
All the adults understand but somehow the kids haven't shook.
The end is near, and i demand more time!
We wasted the gift we were given, it’ll forever be our worst crime.
Babygirl
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Babygirl  22/F/Saint Cloud
(22/F/Saint Cloud)   
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