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May 2014
I feel stupit .
For writing all this.
But it is what it is.
And I can't change it.
I thought maybe
You cared
Enough to read this.
But who was I kinding.
I can't change it.
Silly me
I thought my first would be my last.
But who am I playing.
Now that I have two kids.
Who would want me.
It's all goods I have what I need.
My family.
I just thought..
A little to much.
About something that wasn't for me.
Maybe one day you will feel me.
I know that it's not just me.
Who thinks there being played.
But baby.
It's all in for me.
If you want to play
But this game
Only plays
Before all cards are in.
And I'm hoping we both win!
Tia
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Tia
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     scott cook, Tia and AJ
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