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Feb 2018
I think about my future children
And how they will come about.
Will I adopt, have a surrogate, or have them myself
Who will be my mate?
My partner through it all
Oh how I wanted it to be you.
But now that fantasy is over
I hold it together for those sweet future babies.
Grab another whiskey drink and dream of tomorrow
Abby Jo
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Abby Jo  33/F/Omaha
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