Dear November's girl,
You will have secrets to keep, keep them.
You have people to love, love them.
You have songs to listen to, hear them.
You will have friends, some real, some not, but respect them.
You will find a happiness and trust in them, treasure it.
You will be hurt, heal then.
You will cry, dry your tears.
You will read stories that break your heart and uplift it again, always turn the page.
You will discover that you have a talent, when you've found it...
I want you to write my child.
Write my November child.
Love. Hurt. Cry. Heal. Write.
Your Mother, November.
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u cut deep.
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