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May 2014
She
The house is so quiet when she isn't here. These nights I can't sleep.
All I dream about is her laughter, the pitter patter of her little feet on the hard wood, and her tiny, beautiful voice waking me in the mornings.
I never thought I could love some one so much.
I never thought my life would ever amount to anything.
Then I created this amazing human being.
Now I see, maybe this is what I am here for.
Written by
Esther Leigh Trail
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