HER BOOK OF POETRIES

DAD, WHERE ARE YOU?

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You used to be with me when I was young,
We used to play games like werewolves and fangs.
We are always together 24/7,
Me. You. Mom. Sis. We're just there, livin'.

We play a lot,
And in the afternoon we always sleep on the mat.
But then one day, I woke up.
And thought, "WAS IT ALL AN ACT?"

We became so distant.
And I wished I was still an infant.
What's this feeling I have inside?
Will our worlds still collide?

2, Christmas, 2 New Years,
2 birthdays, you weren't here.
In the night, I would cry silently,
Hoping you'll hug me, and come home instantly.

I wake up in the morning and wait for your call,
Greeting the morning sunshine until sunset fall.
Dad, I love you, I really do.
Dad, I'm on my darkest, where are you?

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