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The day you died, I was fully grown
A proud parent, with children of my own
All of me lost you, all of me cry
But 5 year old me, keeps asking "why"
That sweet little girl, you tucked in every night
That 6 year old, you taught to ride a bike
That 11 year old, you waved off to camp
That excited 14 year old, getting dressed for the dance
That 16 year old, who just learned to drive
That 20 year old, who lost her first child
The mother version of me, is the one who cries
It's the grown me that hurts, with nowhere to hide
It wasn't just me who lost you, but every girl I am inside