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it has been 8 years since the union since i've called you dad so far, every year remains the same i'll pass you a handdrawn card on father's day, a warm smile on my face i'll write the words i love you over and over again for years 'you are the best,   thank you for staying,     thank you for not leaving      thank you for taking care of us' but the next day, when the teacher asks us to write down a deep, sentimental reflection on our parents and our love for them without hesitation, i'll write about my mother and then pass it up without a second thought within the far depths of many sleepless nights, i'll still cry, whispering i don't have a father then i'll ask myself how cruel i must be how when its convenient, you aren't a father, not to me.
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Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 4:42 AM UTC
when it's convenient
it has been 8 years since the union since i've called you dad so far, every year remains the same i'll pass you a handdrawn card on father's day, a warm smile on my face i'll write the words i love you over and over again for years 'you are the best,   thank you for staying,     thank you for not leaving      thank you for taking care of us' but the next day, when the teacher asks us to write down a deep, sentimental reflection on our parents and our love for them without hesitation, i'll write about my mother and then pass it up without a second thought within the far depths of many sleepless nights, i'll still cry, whispering i don't have a father then i'll ask myself how cruel i must be how when its convenient, you aren't a father, not to me.
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Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 4:42 AM UTC
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