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Jasey Rae
My fingers have been scribbling the fine lead on my paper
Back and forth back and forth
In efforts to try and mold out the exact words from my brain
Sweet as a cupcake,Busy as a bee,She is my daughter,And she is why I live.
My depression is dark,My anxiety thick,But she is my light,And she is why I live.
You look around the room your eye's find mine,
your little ears hear the tunes I play tonight,
so close your eyes and dream my melody,
darling close your eye's and drem a dream for me,
