I look at your pictures
I look at your pictures as I whisper I miss you I just wish you were here to see me grow and to know how much I hate that your gone it happened so long I was little and I thought I did wrong I didn't know why you had to let go I stand here today wishing you would have stayed I will never say goodbye but I know I'll be alright mom I miss you and hope your watching now I know that nobody is stopping me your always in my mind everyday and all night but I know it will be alright.
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