My first kid

Come Enjoy This!


A relation in the grave is above everybody engraved in my life. His body doesn’t exist, but his soul is mine for life. Showing me paths that lead to heaven, as he can’t see me in discomfort. I’ve been in love, but he wasn’t my lover. Devotion doesn’t prevail just in soulmates, it prevails within every human. I feel an urge to see him again, as his eyes always craved my presence. I am a helpless person who has nonentity when it comes to asking him back. I miss him in the teardrops, I miss him through my soul, I miss him and it isn’t pleasuring to the eyes, it isn’t bearable to my soul.

He was a baby given to me as a gift, I was six and mother within me exists. He was a big kid I had, I lost him and I am 20. Do you know…

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