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For my mother, my friend

I don't think I ever told you, how much I appreciate the things you do. You have been there when I cried, and always known when I've lied. You taught me how to read and sing, and punished me when I did the wrong thing. You were there to tell me goodnight, and always knew how to make things all right. I look up to you, Mom, and I love you very much. I don't know what it would be like without your loving touch. You will always come first in my heart, no matter how far we are apart. Mom, I have not told you, I don't know where I've been. You're not only just my mother, you're forever my best friend.
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F / Denver, CO
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Written by
Skitts
F / Denver, CO
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Jul 14, 2020
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