And on nights
like this when I'm thinking of him,
I just sit there and hold our duaghter and cry
her tiny little body gives me so much strength, but it's just
not enough
she just looks up at me with his big, blue eyes and I melt
she looks so small and helpless, and I wonder where would she be
now, if I had given her up like my parents told me to?
or even better, how perfect would things be if her dadddy was still
her with us?
i just think of these things and i cry and cry and cry,
bad thoughts go through my head, and I can't stop them
no one can help me, no one can console me
he would have been the only one...but he's gone
she's the only peice of him I have
left♥
And on nights like this when I'm thinking of him, I just
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