Father

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My dad, my figure

my friend, my person

you were there for me

when I was in my darkness

my forever goneness

after you died

we all cried

I cut

I attempted suicide

though your gone

I am sightly better

my head still ill

soon i'll be on life saving pills

now I know I am not good

but I am not bad either

I may shed my tears

but you'll never shed your feathers

though I may not see you

I bet your there

and angel with god

forever with him

Please stay safe

i'll miss you well

but soon i'll join you

forever we will.

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