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Daddy.
by Shayla R CakesA life full of guilt trips
"Poor me" is all I hear
Well it's not really my fault
That you were never near.
I didn't make you leave me
I'd love it if you'd stayed.
Sadly this is the life you chose.
I don't like it this way.
I grew up without a father
I'll never know it any other way.
I suppose you'll want to pick up the pieces
On another day.
I'm almost eighteen years old.
My adult life is about to begin.
I've been successful in pleanty of things
Daddy-daughter, I didn't win.
You've left me behind
Like nothing at all
And it saddens me to say
I don't know what I'll say to you
When you come for me someday.08/05/2002 Posted on 08/05/2002
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