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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.

~TMH
CataclysticEvent
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CataclysticEvent  27/F/Between Here and There
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   Gods1son
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