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My hero


Days of not being able to talk to you, Some so tough, I thought I would never make it through. Everything I see reminds me of you. Instead of just thinking of the bad, I try to think of the good too. Endless games of Go Fish were so much fun I always beat you, but you claimed you won. Holding our blanket and wearing my locket, I stare at your picture every night. I think of all the good times we had, Tell you I love you, And remind myself that it's going to be alright. You meant more than anything to me, And I was your girl, You were my hero and my friend, You were my Grampy, And my Love for you will never end.
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