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written at 19 years old
A long day.... A long cause of pain with no answer. My poor LIGHT... who i have been caring for... Sick and still open to do a chore. Yet now she aint so sure how well she is. I hate it when she crawls on all fours and then sits still on hands and knees just to make the pain go. She has the chumpchump FUFLA girl to look after such a hassle, but so damn cute i love to bits and care for her baby. Yet it can be so hard she cries for her mommy, bites her sometimes pulls hair very bad. Her big sis is an even worse of a nightmare at times the best her mother can ever wish for upon a star from heaven. A long day on her mind right now... After this long hard day is a good nights sleep. The pain in her head fading away the tiredness feeling so beautiful and yet hoping for a sweet dream for her gorgeous sleep. Hoping to awake after death if the morning she's alive again she will feel Good or bad we don't know. Everyday is a challenge with this one i hope to GOD she finds a cure. Vote for this poem
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