The sun kisses our gentle foreheads.
She tells us it's ok.
She tells us it"s fine.
She raised us strong enough to get through this.
Listen to her.
She is waiting for you.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
The sun kisses our gentle foreheads.
She tells us it's ok.
She tells us it"s fine.
She raised us strong enough to get through this.
Listen to her.
She is waiting for you.
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