Blue eyes, like mine, RAGE!
For me? Not my sweet boy's eyes.
Man escaping Mom.
My writing is me.
"We grew up, but ... haven’t quit playing together."
"...nothing that could save her, so sister kept raising the baby Mama "gave" her."
"I sewed love into every stitch...filling it with hope... and positivity."
Kodi & Clara
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