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Baby it hurts to see you behind that thick plaxie glass, wearing their jumpsuits as if they have stolen your identity of who you really are trying to act as well as look like everyone else that is behind those same exact cement bricks even though you including everyone else behind those same exact cement bricks,they are  behind those same exact cement bricks for vary different walks of life, different walks of troubling journeys that ended with them up where you are now behind those same exact cement bricks. 
Baby it hurts to see you behind that thick plaxie glass, wearing their jumpsuits, behind those cement bricks where you currently have but no choice at all but to live behind those cement bricks as well as that pixie glass wearing their jumpsuits 
Losing your identity as well as your mind, I can't wait till
That finial day comes
Where you are back home with me in 
Your big thick muscled arms wrapped around me,
It hurts to see you behind that thick plaxie glass,behind those cement bricks all while wearing their jumpsuits, as if they are trying to take away your true identity of who you really truly are!!
I love and miss you you baby more than you'll ever,ever know,
Love Your Loving Caring,
Wife,
Donna Ruttenbur
Always & Forever