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Tissues aren't soft like her hands Pillows weren't comfortable like her laps She's there awake for you She's there living for you She's the one who'd always carry you She's your mom, she's never leaving you.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
She's your mom.
Tissues aren't soft like her hands Pillows weren't comfortable like her laps She's there awake for you She's there living for you She's the one who'd always carry you She's your mom, she's never leaving you.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
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