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Aug 2014
I do not want to go sleep alone in my bed and
I realize that my
sister sleeps
there but she is not
strong arms holding me.
I heard his voice tonight and he called her baby. And I don't want to be someone's baby. But I would love to be his.
I hate myself for missing him but he s stuck to me like that Lego piece was stuck to Emmet in the movie.
Except I don't think I want to be
the special
Cassie Stoddard
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Cassie Stoddard  Missouri
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