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Jan 2018
Little army child smiling like shes not dying inside from her father being gone almost everyday for the past 8 years... Her mother wishes she could see him everyday of her life. But her dear father looks at all his friends he has made in the army. He was in boot camp when his youngest daughter was born. He is closer to his older daughter then his son and youngest daughter. He doesn't seem to care his kids suffer from depression and cry their selfs to sleep. His youngest child looks out of her window wondering why the ****** had to break and she had to be born.
I have some feelings related to this but it most i made up.
Alyssa Gregory
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Alyssa Gregory  16/F/Missouri
(16/F/Missouri)   
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