never were that punctual...

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Here's a computer instead of a hug,

here's a scooter instead of condolence

here's money instead of my love...

Is all ive heard til i stood up.

all that "love"

has been broken or given away.

just like my thoughts for you.

you wrecked me daddy.

i was a clean sheet,

a happy bundle of joy!

running, playing- eyes glowing.

But when that glow was dying down,

and confusion set in after knowledge,

you wrote all over me.

you wrote all over this clean sheet in pencil,

not permanent as pen,

and in rushed, panicked writing...

you wrote "i love you".

well it wasn't enough.

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