Jun 2018
he knows three languages
but hurts me
in one
-
our baby hasn’t spoken in years
-
we were left two insomniacs
they are slowly
picking teams
-
satan has no memory of passing through deer
but hurts me
in one
-
our baby hasn’t spoken in years
-
we were left two insomniacs
they are slowly
picking teams
-
satan has no memory of passing through deer
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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