Stuck on a vacant Island

Stuck in a place where my thoughts are lost, trapped trying to escape. Seeking for something that I once had. Trecherous thoghts vauleable things that I once had were stolen from me never to return. Short hair creamy soft chocolate skin and a voice so modest but came out so thunderous. Depressing memories and consumptious thoughts words that can't explain how i feel about this creamy chocolate lady. My mother one person that I can't live without.

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My family
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