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Apr 2018
I wish that the person you once were would come knocking on the door and take us on and adventure once more. You'd rather lie, sneak around and get high and I'm just left here to cry. All I have left of of you is a baby attached to my hip, he has your eyes, ears, hair and lips. He's the only thing that reminds of who we used to be I hope one day you'll open your eyes and see... The family you've torn apart. Times may have changed but didn't leave my heart.
On April 6th I gave birth to a baby boy, Jacob Rigel. And his father is no longer in the picture because he's decided to use ****. It's really heartbreaking for me at this time but I have a child that means the world to me.
Chloe Zafonte
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Chloe Zafonte  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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