be with you, be with you, makes me feel at home. Maybe a bit 'scattered, maybe not as good as I would always appear ... But at home. Protected, promoted and accepted.
When I get to that bell will soon be identically equal to mine, I feel like my life is suddenly put in order. And that's why I get so vehement when something bothers you, when there are things that are not in my power to control who can hurt you, make you feel bad.
I hung your picture next to that of my parents' photos in which you are happy, with joy in their eyes. I would always like to see you, I wish I could be a source of joy and pride.
with you, aunt, everything was simple, natural. With his uncle, I was there wanted more time: too afraid of his opinion, and too afraid to even say the word itself, uncle.
Yet we did it. I always knew that we'd been in trouble for me and I have always wished to be there-and-be enough for you.
'll never be able to explain that thread that connects my heart to yours.
But I am for you and you are to me, and when I embrace you, I know you hear it.
I love you so much, your niece
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