Baby, I thought you were gone.
I thought you were dying.
I thought we lost you.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
She wasn't supposed to slam the door,
& your head wasn't supposed to be there...
My father helped you breathe,
And you're pulling through.
You seem to function a little better,
You are starting to make more sense.
Baby, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry nobody saw you.
Stay strong, you're such a trooper.
My Pumba<3
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