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Little, Playful, Full of Joy; that's who I was as a little boy. Stress free, shy, but so full of glee. Until Heaven took him away from me. I miss you, Dad. Worrying, crying, bullied for so long.
Dear Dad, It happened again today.
The first time I ever cried tears of stress in front of my dad went the way I expected.
Its like time has just taken a bite out of the side of my face When I look and see my eyes expressing a change A new light that my flesh, if it could resurrect, would destroy
They locked you away and threw away the key. I guess you forgot about poor little me. I know its not all your fault, but than again it kinda is, it was your choices that left me like this. You cant say it's not true,