And I am afraid to sleep. Not so much of the dreams... I'm drunk enough to avoid those.... But of waking up and remembering that this wasn't a nightmare. It's real, my baby is gone. All I have left to wake up for is the hope that we might try again. And that will be ten thousand dollars, please.
Hope is a spiteful bitch.
I hurt.
Somebody please give me my baby back.
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