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Jul 2018
My dad gets mad when I'm sad.

He frowns at my tears, he doesn't understand my fears.

"It's alright," he'll say, "tomorrow is another day."

My worries have me reeling, can't share how I'm feeling.

There's a flood rising from inside, though it hurts I tame the tide.

"Don't be afraid, my light, I promise things will soon get right."

I don't believe what I'm told, I choose to face the unknown alone and cold.

Still, I smile and with him agree, because of all things he need not worry about me.

So,

At last I welcome his warm embrace, I find the demons here don't give chase.
x.x H. Mars
(I wrote this for me, Dad)
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Hunter Mars  22/F/in the tree line
(22/F/in the tree line)   
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