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I stare out the slightly tinted windows at the scenery passing by. Full of trees, fields, cows, the usual out here in the "sticks".
Hey, I am busy writing a bit of an autobiography. I provide support for children of foster carers and as my mother fostered for a lot of years I am writing this for some of the young people.
Goodbye Girls From the day you were born we Loved you both; In return you loved us to, But now you must go And we must start over once again.
Sometimes I want to punch these parents. When they neglect their children so badly that by the time they come to us they are literally like the walking wounded. Hollow eyes, empty soul.