Drowning in Mourn
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My Dear Anne, Lately I've been thinking about you day and night wondering what would've happen if i didn't raise you wrong? You only turned out this way because i raised you.
In the mist of the dark that i've tried to lit up, the rain always falls, my spirit fell longing for your presence, my heart yearned to return to our old life.
Sometimes i always hold unto things that reminded me of you, the day you came into my world... Those days where i saw every single day of your life... Your first step, words, run and the day you spoke to me and said you love me.
My baby, my daughter, i can't even remember your voice anymore...
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