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Feb 2018
His presence, I always felt
while I was growing up
so many things running through my head
even up to this day.
He told me not to worry or despair,
took my hand,
told me I could go with him, which I almost did.
But I was always saved from falling,
I feel some kind of force stopping me,
standing ahead of me,  
In silence, I greet him,
"Happy birthday, tay,"
in my mind, my father lives,
and my own stories of him therein dwells.
Written by
Nymeriari  22/F/Philippines
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