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Oct 2014
The true horror
is that I'll never see him again-
my dad, my father

18 years on and I still weep,
weep like a lost little boy
that will never see his daddy again,
feel his strong arms' embrace,
see him help the weak,
or be in his presence

Weeping, like a lost little boy...
My dad died when I was 18. I never thought that 18 years on, I'd still be crying myself to sleep
Written by
JadedSoul  Does it matter? Earth
(Does it matter? Earth)   
   Joe Adomavicia
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