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My father has always been a mystery, to me, I see him every day and yet I never hear him say, A word about a different place, the place he came here from, About his life before me I know not, I don't know where or how his life begun. Was it filled with work and study, Without a day to go out and play? Or did he run, go out often and have fun? Perhaps his life was tough from the moment it had begun. All these questions I really want to ask, But bringing these topics up with him will be a most arduous task. I really want to know it all about this man I've loved since I was small, I hope someday he learns to share and realizes that I really do care.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
My Father
My father has always been a mystery, to me, I see him every day and yet I never hear him say, A word about a different place, the place he came here from, About his life before me I know not, I don't know where or how his life begun. Was it filled with work and study, Without a day to go out and play? Or did he run, go out often and have fun? Perhaps his life was tough from the moment it had begun. All these questions I really want to ask, But bringing these topics up with him will be a most arduous task. I really want to know it all about this man I've loved since I was small, I hope someday he learns to share and realizes that I really do care.
Farnok
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
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