Feeling at a loss
I gaze upon my child's face.
My soul is at peace.
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It's snowing outside.
Traffic will be terrible.
Maybe I'll stay home.
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Lipstick on his neck.
The stain is pink, mine is red.
Lorena Bobbitt.
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