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Father


 

I don't know if you really loved me.

But as a young girl I’ll let it be.

I think about it all night.

It’s like putting myself up to a fight.

 

All I do is cry of pain.

Geez.. you really messed up my brain.

I asked my mom what did I do so bad.

She told me one day he lost everything he had.

 

What hurts the most is that you're my father.

God, am I such a bother ?

But I know one day I will forget

Just like Ozymandias king of kings ye mighty and despair, you will soon start to regret.

 

I hope you are really happy .

Because your love is really crappy.

Now all I have to say.

Is that at least I don't have to beg my mom to stay.

 

But guess what, I still love you.




 

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