Anxiety and panic I may always suffer I'll never forget the day I lost my mother. You would say you didn't lose me at all I'm stil here to pick you up when you fall. So why am I still down on my knees suffering this pain can you tell me please? I suppose I am a daughter You find hard to understand All I need from you mum Is you to reach and take my hand.Birth sign: Taurus
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