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May 2018
I always looked up to you
I'm not talking about your height
For your ability to hold me
And make everything seem alright

From a young age you spoiled me rotten
Still do, though I moved out and live on my own
I will always be your little girl
No matter how much I have grown
Tbis is actually about my dad. I miss the person he was. He has changed so much.
Written by
Amanda  24/F/Alaska
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