Momma and Dada

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Momma and Dada

I was loved like a precious gem,

walking in the street hanging on my mom's dress hem.

Had a multiple hugs from my dad;

and got a chocolate bar because I wasn't bad.

I miss them so bad,

I wasn't mad,

everything happens for a reason;

and I believe on him every season.

tragic childhood

momma and dada went to stars

tried hard to be good

life is full of wars

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