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Bethany thomson Oct 2016
Maybe I’m old
Maybe I’m young,
Why does it matter I’m not your son,
I never saw you when I would run out the school
Gates to my mum.
You said you’d be there when the time comes,
I’d wait day after day till you’d come but you
Never showed and now I’m done with your ****  
And your lies, all you ever did was make me cry.

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