Friday

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Every Friday,

I count the days.

Count the days I will be held.

Held like it's my first time getting affection.

Because it is isn't it?

Friday, is when I see you.

When I love you.

Even if your not allowed,

I still want to see you.

Because you technically are my favorite parent.

But now I can't see you,

I feel terrible.

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