Dad
Goodbye
To the days when we used to laugh and play
I sit here and pretend everything's okay
I sit and stare at the frame
I miss the way you would say my name
My dad, my friend, was taken away
The letters and photos only bring me pain
Who you were shaped me to be the way I am
Though you're gone,
You're still my dad
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