She cries for food, thirst, hunger and warmth; never wasting time and energy on the worthless.
She fights to get into my arms or her father's; never paying heed to unimportant people.
She's been the most vital source of comfort; never like anyone who can only be around for you intermittently
She's subtractive and non-manipulative; she's my unconditional love, even if not..
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