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Apr 2018
I felt him, I loved his voice, I loved his superiority
I love the idea that he's secretly gaurding me

A father, the owner of his daughter,
But no, it's the other, not my father that holds my laughter

It is him that shows me the love in places to go
Dad never showed me inspiration, truth in morality, to water me gently with truth to grow...
Olivia G Dos Santos Serra
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Olivia G Dos Santos Serra  20/F/Holland
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