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Dec 2018
The thing about my dad,
He made me believe that
I could rule the world.

That I could and would
Change the lives of people
Whether in a small or massive way.

But he left before I could do,
A single one of those things.
And now I'm left here wondering

Can I do any of those things?
Or will that hope he gave me,
Slowly wither the more time
That passes from the moment he died.
And left me here questioning myself.

Written by
CataclysticEvent  27/F/Between Here and There
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