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it's not easy being me.

see?

i cry and she still wills nots holds me.

and yes, i is talking about ms. jethica.

today i even almost smiled at her (once).

and her did not even pick me up.

she was too busy cleaning potties.

i did not care.

for i wears diapers.

then i fought "maybe if i's play in da wood she will have a heart."

no.

she just handed me this lame thing.

she says it twas a toy.

puh-lease.

so i crawl and i cry.

all the wive wong day.

okay.  okay.

one smile.

but its not 'cause you are funny.

it's the cheese.

i wike this cheese.

okay, i wike eww too.

that's why i needs you to hold me all days wong.

do i need to reminds ew again?

me no wike the fwoor.

fank you,

the little fewwas sista