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Trystank12

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since February 2018
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Desolate

February 9, 2018

Dear dad,

I remember the time you told me you would wind up my music box

But I stayed up waiting for you all night long.

That wasn’t the first time you had left me heartbroken and waiting

I can still smell the alcohol on your breathe,

And I can feel the anger in your heart.

I saw the sadness in your eyes but I could never comprehend why.

Didn’t you love me dad? I know I loved you.

I emphasize on the word loved because I no longer waste it on you.

Abandoned and broken from such a young age.

You still occupy my mind.

While I know I’m long gone from yours.

Didn’t you love me dad?

 
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