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I remember the day Mom told me you had cancer,
I cried and cried, too confused to know what to do,
I acted out to get attention,
not knowing what the future would hold.

I remember when she moved,
I thought I would never be able to mend my heart,
I thought that nothing could ever hurt so bad,
But I was wrong.

I remember when you died,
I cried for weeks, that turned into months, 
that turned into years,
and I couldn't mend me.

I didn't know how to do it,
and maybe I still don't,
but maybe dad..I gotta try.

So if you can hear my prayer,
if you can read my words,
help me make the memory of your life shine in me,
not the pieces left of me after your death.