Magical

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Sitting in this magical place under the winter lands as the snow falls into the wet ground, crying and hurting as my life turns to darkness. Not caring what's ahead, the drugs have been banished, friends come and go, but family remains safe. As time passes by, darkness seems to start fading away to the point I can see clearly. The snow fades away to a bright sun shining day. My fears have passed and I can finally move along as I fly past many oceans and rivers. Like Tinker Bell, I can take you to a place you will always be safe and all the animals and insects will play with you and keep you safe from all harm.

Words can't describe how I feel about you. Yes, my dearest little boy, you will always be my first born, my little angel.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 18, 2016 ⏰

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