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This person is a face at bedtime. This person is your show at screen time. This person is the light you never knew you needed.   When you don’t know what to do, They will show you.
There for me when I need them most A person that is O so close, Timely with every and anything that they do, A beacon of light showing my dreams coming true. Role Models, Role Models We all have one.
Tiny little dandelion Time for it to grow A million dreams launch into the air With just a single blow   A gentle breeze starts to stir In the leaves of the family nearby
A mentor, a friend, Family to the end. An aunt who comprehends And is with you until the end.   Thank you for you; And for your support    We may have struggled in the past,
It's always been an educator.
Thank you for driving me crazy Thank you for running around Thank you for your forgetfulness Thank you for your meltdown   Thank you for your blanket forts Thank you for your building blocks
I’ve got - two loving mothers Who i’m sure - passively still love eachotherWho both supported me through panic attacks and shaking shuddersWho did their best to hold me near when I was paralysed with fear. But damn!
The Darkest Clouds don't just fill the sky,  Clouds fill the heads of weak minded children, But like insects, they dig far, remaining hidden,  They say its fake joking slyly,   
I read because it teaches me to love, To care, to dream To be adventurous  It helped me to find who I truly am inside, To detemine who my real friends were And to find my inner strengths.
I remember the day you left The moving van pulling out of the drive Leaving me by myself Leaving me to fight for myself For so long it had been ma and you against the world
They are the ones They pick us up when we fall down They have the shadows which guide us They have the strong shoulders that carry us They have the bright minds that inspire us When we need something,
I used to know a girl sad and bare was she she cried all the time and never thought  about the bright side Hope had abandoned her her spirit destroyed her she never knew what to do
Speaking for others has never been my style,but I promise you this will be worth your while.
It was at the banquet
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