I'm 30 now and I still miss him with all my heart.
I have a little girl now. She's 4 but still
no daddy to take care of her with me.
She watches me cry myself to sleep
when I miss him.
She watches me smoke my stress away.
She eyes me drink my memories away.
She asks why I cry off my pretty eye
make up and my red lipstick.
I just ignore her little cute face and
hold her right. I call her my little love.
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Short StoryDark haired guy with light eyes are the reason she struggles to stay alive.