Waiting for Mother Wasted days are passing by Waiting for Mother I wonder what will see I
Reason for writing:
nothing special. Just contemplating my navel. At least I think it's mine. Each one of us can only have one navel. That's fair. There's fluff in mine. My stepmother used to clean out my navel, and then one time I cleaned out hers.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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