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Jan 29
I breathe every day.                                                             ­            Sometimes it hurts to breathe.                                                     Sometimes it feels good to breathe.                                                             I have a loss that I feel empty inside.                                                       As the day goes by I wonder do I want to breed or not today.                                                           But I keep breathing Knowing I will see her one day again.
Moma dukes
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Moma dukes  F/Ohio
     Mya, Daniel eason and Em MacKenzie
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