Can’t you give me one more day,
One last chance?
I could be your little girl,
Your very own child.
I’m your baby,
And I love you.
Don’t you love me?
I’m sorry if I hurt you,
Though I don’t see how I could.
What have I done to make you hate me?
I’ll never get to see you,
Never get to touch your soft hands,
Never get to know you as my mother.
You’ll never know what I’m like.
If I’m loud or shy,
Tall or small,
Happy or sad,
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