MAMAMama, for sure, was the very first word I saidMama, saying it, is always a lingering soundMama, seeing you keeps me saneMama, being with you washes my painMama, you are my coreMama, with...
I Am TryingThis hole in my chest appears to be unfixable. This hollow within me continues to sting, and I am pained to admit that it truly hurts me to bits. I desperately...
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BLOSSOMED INTO THE PASSION OF PENETRATING HER BECOMING AND MORE PROFOUND BEING
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