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The day you died, I was fully grown
A proud parent, with children of my own
All of me lost you, all of me cry
But 5 year old me, keeps asking "why"
That sweet little girl, you tucked in every night
That six year old, you taught to ride a bike
That eleven year old, you waved off to camp
That excited fourteen year old, getting dressed for the dance
That sixteen year old, that just learned to drive
That twenty year old, who lost her first child
The mother version of me is terrified
That you are not by my side
The grown me hurts, with nowhere to hide
It's not just me who lost you, but every girl I am inside
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