She smells nice, her hands feel soft, my heart is dropping as my mind keeps the toll. She's so precious in her sleep. She's so creative when she blinks. I love her to bits.. Even when I see the pain she is in.
I don't like goodbyes they make me cry, but I know she'll be back, so I'll wait patiently, watching her precious smile fade into the sky
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MindFulMess .5 (Growing up Series)
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