needlove
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Breathe, breathe
One, two, three
I am a happy daughter
Who loves her mother
Not a hint of loathing to be found
Exhale, exhale
I mustn't tell lies
Enjoy the way the breeze feels nice
Sometimes I mess up, I know I'm not perfect.
Does that still mean I'm not your baby girl?
What have I done to make you almost disappear from my life?
Did I say or do something wrong?
If so, can you please tell me?
I just want to know you care,
That you are proud,
That I can do something right,
Anything right.
