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My friends would always ask where's your Dad?
And I would respond he's not around...
When the boys would pull my hair and I would try to respond,
they always made me recall that I don't have a Dad and a daughter bond.
No one to stand up to the bullies,
no one to walk me down the aisle and nobody to hold me tight when I cry.
You were never there when I needed you the most.
You were always the Dad I never had.
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Melancholic Poetry Collection
PoesiaIs happiness reached in the little things? Flying on the swing or buying a new ring? Is it about love or having commercial goods, Buying the latest Rolex or Gucci, Or making a new friend in the neighbourhood? What makes you happy? The one word which...
