Tuesday, October 28, 2003
I DON'T CRY ANYMORE: Hate you-my son’s mother
Hate you-my son’s mother spark of my forever? Hate you-a score and seven friend and foe? My teacher, conscience, confidant, my lover and my rose’s thorn, I don’t hate you.. I just don’t love you any more. Robert G. Williscroft, PhD © 2003 Williscroft
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