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Mar 2012
Growing up I wanted to be like you,
doing anything you wanted me to.
Me being the puppet and you the master,
but time goes by faster.

Never did you realize the effect it had,
it would've been nice to call someone dad.
Now I have to look else where,
for a place that was never there.

The man I look for,
is here no more.
Why can't I have a father like him,
my life would no longer be dim.

You don't have to be that, I will,
but when I'm gone, don't wonder why.
You're the one that let me die.
Nicole Williamson
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