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Jul 2017
when i was five, and didn't feel good, i'd run to my mother to hold me and make me feel better.

i'm eighteen now, and i let my mother rest when i'm sick and in pain, because now, it's you i want to hold me through the night when i can't sleep.
caroline
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     Glass and Vanessa Gatley
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