Dad
Sitting alone, not sure what to do. Just me and your picture, and all we've been through. Slowly growing strength is all I can hope, I wont accomplish anything if i sit here and mope. It doesn't take much to be stung with this pain, you were my shelter when it started to rain. If you saw me suffering I know you'd be mad, I try to be strong but I miss you dad.
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