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Jun 2018
dad
this time of year comes by
and i always have to think
why did you have to leave
why did you have to fly away
away, to wherever you are
away, to somewhere so far
from mom and me,
we’re getting on fine,
but something tells me
it could be better
if you were here
but you’re not here
you’re away
far away
and you’re never coming back
Written by
dina  17/F/pacific northwest
(17/F/pacific northwest)   
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     --- and Blake
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