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Doree Grief, life, love, poetry February 17, 2021February 17, 2021 1 Minute

I don’t bring many people here, I feel safer talking to myself. I’ve provided the padded room to let go. And I’m letting go…

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Published February 17, 2021February 17, 2021

Yleniaely says:

February 17, 2021 at 5:02 pm

❤️❤️❤️

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1. Doree says:
  
  February 17, 2021 at 5:04 pm
  
  ❤️🤗
  
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  1. Yleniaely says:
    
    February 17, 2021 at 5:20 pm
    
    😘❤️🤗❤️
    
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Lineasycolor de Anayú says:

February 17, 2021 at 7:36 pm

Great :))

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1. Doree says:
  
  February 17, 2021 at 7:53 pm
  
  ❤️ thank you 🤗
  
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Little Charmer says:

February 17, 2021 at 11:30 pm

You can always find me in the room next door if you fancy a cuppa! 😉🖤

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1. Doree says:
  
  February 17, 2021 at 11:47 pm
  
  Would love it ❤️, and I had to look up cuppa ;). I think it refers to cup of tea. So, yes, I’d love it!
  
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  1. Little Charmer says:
    
    February 18, 2021 at 12:09 am
    
    Absolutely it does!! 😁😁🖤
    
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  2. Doree says:
    
    February 18, 2021 at 1:23 am
    
    Room’s yours 😊
    
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  3. Little Charmer says:
    
    February 18, 2021 at 2:16 am
    
    😁😁🖤
    
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