Grown
I have always been a momma's girl
I could never leave her side without wanting to whine
As I grew older I started to rely on her a little less
But I didn't want to leave the nest just yet
She was always sweet and kind
I used to feel so blind
Because I could not see how much of a toll everything took on her
Then everything happened in a blur
I was starting high school for the first time
I finally had to leave her side
I was all grown up now
I might have blew a cow...
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