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Sep 2018
You left me the same way someone would leave an unwanted puppy at the side of the road.
Alone, terrified and unknowing.
You walked out that door the same way the blade cuts.
Fast and painful.
You made promises.
That you would always be here.
But Dad,
Where are you now?
When I need you the most.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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