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See your gone more often than not. I realized yesterday I don't know what a father is, or what a man is. You are gone most of the time, even when your not.   my god I saw your wallet more than you so I guess I'll call that love; see I've  thrown every penny I've had in wishing wells of my lovers to be happy but the only thing I've learned from you is that money is better spent on luxuries.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Lessons from My Father
See your gone more often than not. I realized yesterday I don't know what a father is, or what a man is. You are gone most of the time, even when your not.   my god I saw your wallet more than you so I guess I'll call that love; see I've  thrown every penny I've had in wishing wells of my lovers to be happy but the only thing I've learned from you is that money is better spent on luxuries.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
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