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I Want to be you
I hold your tiny hand in mine
I become you
Because i am jealous
You say "mommy, i love you"
I become you
Because i am jealous
You hug me and plant sweet little kisses on my cheek
I become you
Because i am jealous
How can i be a mother
When i still yearn to be a loved child...
Friday 11th March 2011 12:49 pm
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