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<font color="green">Here is my <font color="green">Here is my take on this:
My Heart Yearns For My Mommy
I sought my soul in your eyes
I found my comfort in your smell
It was to you I directed my cries
The sound of your heart meant all was well
You were my world my very life
Why did you stop loving me?
Why did you sever our bond like a knife?
When did you stop wanting me?
Was I too demanding? Too needy?
Did my baby beauty fade away?
Were my toddler demands too greedy?
How did your love I betray?
It hurts so bad that you don’t love me.
The ache reaches into my soul.
My heart yearns for my mommy,
Without you, I cannot be whole. </font>
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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