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Jasmine de Torres

sphs, 16, january25th, basketball&volleyball are her life, juntos podemos et harumbi, gets by with a little help from her friends, God&Family ftw, purple is zee best, sunflowers too.

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i love you.

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I wish I could tell you, Mom
how much you mean to me.
But there are no words to say
how much I admire you...
how much I appreciate you...
how much I thank you,
for everything you've done.
I know how often I took you for granted
when I was growing up.
I always assumed you'd be there
when I needed you...
and you always were.
But I never really thought about what that meant
till I got older and began to realize
how often your time and energy were devoted to me.
so now, for all the times I didn't say it before,
thank you, momma. love you to death and till death.

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