would you still smile? if i am not there to see you.
would you still laugh? if i am not there to hear you.
would you still sing? if i am not there to appreciate you.
would you still draw? if i am not there to support you.
would you still bake? if i am not there to help you.
would you carry on? if i am not there.
i hope you carry on, i hope that you will smile more often then cry, laugh until your heart is about to burst, sing through all that quietness, draw all over those goddamn walls, bake until the house burns down and, most of all, i want you to live.
live to see a hundred more sunrises, smell a thousand more of those damn cupcakes you make and taste a million more. but most of all, i want you to feel, feel that unconditional love that i had for you.
even when i am not there.
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