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Oct 2016
I lay awake thinking
about things I've never
done,
or said,
And now
I see you
laying awake in the cold bed,
alone, scared
and unsure.
I'm here for you,
right beside this bed,
holding your hand.
To show how much
I love you.
To my father
Damian Jarrod Slabbert
Written by
Damian Jarrod Slabbert  25/M/The stars
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