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Jun 2013
You tell cute couples stories of your first date
But seem to forget you were still married to my father at that point
You said he wouldn't move in but I guess you lied
But I also guess you'll never own up to that
You will stay adamant in the thought that he still doesn't live here
But the toy car on my dads old night stand
Begs to differ
And what the hell was he doing with me on Father's Day?
He's not my father
We won't be my father
He's not even my step father
There is a man sleeping where he shouldn't be
Where he should not be allowed to be
You say you don't have much time to take things slow
But does that mean ******* everytime I leave the house
Not knowing when I'll be back
Oops
Came home too early
Again
Mia Eugenia
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