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Life


Living life is a cost Living life is a lesson Living life is a lost Living life is a blessing Yes I’m adopted My Father was a Drug Dealer The people coming and leaving My step mom I hated her The mistreating, the beating My poor little siblings I miss them so much I won’t be able to see them When they grow up Jasmine Jermaine Diamine Derion Camora All of them My Father was the best don’t get me wrong It’s just hard when I couldn’t see him for to Long But now that he’s out of my life Tears are constantly running down my face Drip after drip I want to get out of this place This isn’t home I’m alone Suicidal depressed? No I’m just upset Did my Father care about us? Did he love us? Was it worth it? Were we hectic? Is it my fault? Or is it not? I’m sorry That’s the words I want to hear I love you daddy But do you care I’m adopted daddy I wish I had a time machine To tell you selling drugs is no need for You were causing a scene To get the CPS knocking on our door It has began Separation of life What’s happening? There is a knife In my heart Stuck and needs repairing You can’t pull it apart I’m suffocating Everything is good daddy But sadly Im missing something Do you know what it is? Its Family Do Me a favor and Reread this.
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I love my Dad

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