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What is love without hate what is the present without the past a little is never enough but a little is better than nothing if given the decision which would you choose, dead father or a sometimer Pushing up daisies is an act that can never really change there's no room to question the name on the grave he isn't there to hold you congratulate you on the things you do won't be there to applaud as you walk across the stage can't possibly take pictures of you as you age you will never really be the same crying every father's day constantly replay the memories you actually remember you're heart’s thermostat automatically shift to december when you come back to reality and realize he's gone foreva nothin left to fill that agonizing hole you left with but those bittersweet memories and that one picture and a small part of you blames him for leavin because he didn't have to go FRUITVALE station but you tell yourself he loved you every day so you can make it through the week it doesn't make sense to hold a grudge When there's nothing he could possibly do to make it up so bigons return to bigons and you do your best to move on on the other hand you're dad could be alive someone there to hold you when you cry ssssssssometimes you'll visit for the holidays a phone call for your birthday he's never there when you need him but you have to smile every time you see him which is about 3 times of a year as if communication is his biggest fear your relationship a long game of peek-a-boo you'll never know when you’ll see him, or when he’ll come get you He'll be the best magician you've never seen so you call, TO LEAVE A VOICE MESSAGE PRESS ONE again you hear it more than you hear from him and you don't know what else to do when he calls every eight months to say I LOVE you love you have very little proof of existence so overtime that line causes you to develop mixed feelings about the man you call father he hasn't called back in months so why bother as you get older you start to feel like you love him more than he loves you so much so that you question the true definition of the word but hey, he was a better father than his dad surprisingly gave you more love than he ever had alittle never enough but enough but a little is better than nothing so which would you choose call it a would you rather have a deceased father or a sometimer
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