I miss my children...I miss my home...I miss my bed...even though I sleep alone...I have my goal in sight...but more time I can't create...I carry it all with me...and work on it every chance I get...I wonder if you regret...not telling me to quit when I was ahead..to let it go before...I had invested so much in it...I understand what you say...and I understand why...but it doesn't help me focus any better if someone makes me feel like crying
Lauren B Called
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