Papa
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I still want my depression because in some strange way
it makes me feel closer to you
If I'm holding on am I being selfish of not letting go...
Because I don't plan to. I need you! I want you!
Dear Papa, at night i would open my window to touch the warm breeze that sang me to sleep every night the moon the last image to grace my eyes before slumber i grew up with mama telling me to be wary of the moon to never look through the glass at
I had a dream last night,A dream of bliss and peace,Where life was at ease,Where a streak of light steered clear the dark,Where faces had a spark.I tried hard to figure out a face,But failed always.Serene and tempting was the view,It made me feel
The young steamboat glides through the bright blue waters
His engine is pristine,
His propeller rotates as fast as a hummingbird.
ThSo youne young steamboat has no problem riding the calm waves.
Papa, do you see me?
Scared little girl in the corner
I know you told me to smile
Not to cry or mourn or
Wish I could’ve done something
Made your pain go away
Found a cure faster
