Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Confusion

I miss my son who I never call or see and do not send nearly enough financial help. His sister is right there and I often have remind myself that she is there and they still love me I cry my son I know our roads will meet again by then I know I will have what is required to raise you. I love you and I cry for you everyday. I am more like my dad then I thought fuckkkk.

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