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Dad, What was he supposed to be to me? What should I have had? rather than the roots of fear beneath my feet, The sprawling branches of deceit above my head, And the secrets I was made to keep, carved into the truck .
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
Fatherly Tree
Dad, What was he supposed to be to me? What should I have had? rather than the roots of fear beneath my feet, The sprawling branches of deceit above my head, And the secrets I was made to keep, carved into the truck .
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
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