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Dad.


I bet your 70% of why I was born..

All because of how mama talked about how her thumb touched that thorn..

Why'd you leave us for the rest?

Was mama too much, you went and cheated like it was a test?

You ran when the going got tough,

17 years later, you act like you've found some diamond in the ruff.

Its too late to try and come back,

I bet those ways aren't important as the time you lack.

I feel as if my life is incomplete,

Oh how you made my mom compete...

In the end i'll still love you,

only because the man up above shows what you didnt do..

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