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Nov 2014
this is too rough of a time for me
how am I supposed to live without my father
with his words of wisdom, how am I supposed to breathe?

Father, oh Father,
I told you not to leave, but you did.
I mourn with you not here
Father, oh Father,
why did you go and leave?
this is written about a father figure, not my actual father
Allison
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Allison  USA
(USA)   
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   Mysidian Bard
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