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  I've been reaching for something I can't have. I've grown up reaching for that chance to call you daddy. I tried reaching for that hand that would pick me up when I'd fall, the hand I wanted to hold and wipe away my tears.

  My arm was so tired of reaching for so many years. I waited for so long for you to reach back, to take ahold of my hand and say, "Daddy's Here". Words that are so foreign to me and a hand I have never known the warmth of.

  Reaching for something that will never be yours, is a waste of time. Reaching for that thread of hope, of being noticed and more than enough to be happy. That thread of hope was so thin, I just gave up.

  Reaching for your hand, your love, your attention, and your compassion was harder than you'd think. Like reaching for a long lost dream that will never come true.

  No matter how long and far I reached, I never saw you reach back. But, reaching was all I could do for all those years, hoping that you would too, but now I know that will never happen, no matter how much I...

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