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Oct 2017
When I was little I used to peer out of the bedroom window at night and wonder where my special love was
the one I was ment to be with
What was he doing
Would he ever find me
My soul wanted to feel at home
Kate Rebecca Hopwood
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Kate Rebecca Hopwood  38/F/Liverpool
(38/F/Liverpool)   
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