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the silhouette of your love made me.
i'm the girl you raised to be.

how do we know if we've grown?
is it when i feel heard?
the amount of times we suffered?
or we just happen to be mature.

why does it matter?
if i won't have my mother.

- remy
                              happy mother's day :) !!

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