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Created on: April 10, 2009
How many of us spent our lives,
starving for attention?
Never hearing,"I love you," from our parents.
Wondering what we did wrong,
to feel so unloved.
Always desperate for a smile or a hug,
waiting for those three precious words,
that never came.
It taught me that my child would never be,
starving for attention.
He would hear those three words every day,
from the day he was born.
And I will hold him in my loving embrace,
until the day I die.
He will never be,
starving for attention.
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