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This is not a story this is a poem .. This poem is about my father and some of the things I've seen him do as a little girl. Maybe someone can relate
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Standing in the corner as they sing happy birthday to her, she's an adult now. But she's too pure, and twelve years younger than me. I respect her brother, Azrael, too much to think about her that way, though I know she likes me. I can't be with another woman without thinking of her, but I've made her think I hate her. She deserves more than someone like me, just an employee working for her brother. I took a sip of my drink, avoiding her gaze. She even has a boyfriend now. Azrael approached, holding Sofia, his ex bodyguard's daughter. "Amelia's been accepted to a university in L.A.," he said." I nodded, waiting for him to finish "She's going to live with you." ♡♡︎♡︎ An eighteen-year-old blind girl. A thirty-year-old, broken mafia boss with a tragic past. She's young and off-limits, but neither of them can seem to let go.

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