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if there’s a record for crying my mom’s coming to take it because my dad wants love and what he has with my mother ain’t itthis is the man i looked up to
When I was young life was carefree I was drifting down the river of life just enjoying the breeze more importantly my family was whole I didn't think anything  could go wrong but life is cruel sometimes and it knocks you down when you least expect
My Mother, is someone who... Wouldn't be the person you would run to. ...Most of the time. But my Father is. My Mother, is someone who likes to tell you you're perfect the way you are, Abnormalities and all,
Nineteen years ago, Your son was born, A beautiful boy with Serious brown eyes and Contempt for parental contact.   Seventeen years ago, I entered the world, An ugly pink piglet with
My heart hurts but all I can do is remember what it was it was like before There was no pain Not like this anyway I was Happier I was Kinder I was Whole Now I'm broken
SEPARATION ~Linus   Here they go again All these fights won't ever end The kids are crying. There's no more trying. And your job needs you to work late I see you walking out the door
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