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Jan 2016
My mom didn't like you
No, you were too different,
But you loved me until death
And I think that made it worse,
When I had to leave you
Oh God, it still hurts.
I call your phone sometimes
just to make sure it rings.
One day you'll pick up,
I hope for those little things.
My family was a mountain
that we couldn't quite move
Callie Greene
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Callie Greene  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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