darling child. I wish Claire ate her bananas so neatly. She tries to smear it in her hair and whatever is leftover she puts in her mouth. Her shirt would say "eat. sleep. poop. destroy."
wife, mother, the rest is to be discovered.
I write. poetry. yes I realize how unicorn that sounds.
I jog. come on, jogging can be cool. for serious.
I jealousize. yeah I do the envy thing, but in a nice way.
I stare. its usually an accident. an awkward one.
I pretend. can't help it, still fun to imagine.
I laugh. and it changes, really, it does, kinda weird.
I remember. the best and worst memories at the best and worst times.
I dream. nightmares nearly every night for as long as I can remember, says more about me than alot of things.
I think. and chances are, about you at one point. be flattered its good.
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darling child. I wish Claire ate her bananas so neatly. She tries to smear it in her hair and whatever is leftover she puts in her mouth. Her shirt would say "eat. sleep. poop. destroy."
ha ha. that is great. She is just the cutest.
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