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10.01.2005

shellshock

He said he didn't want me in his life anymore. And I expressed remorse. He doesn't buy it. I don't know why. I'm dying. He's really dying. And I don't know what to do.

I hope this isn't another four years down the drain. That'd be almost a decade.

I am eleven years old. And I have no daughter.
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