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daddy

My pain,
My tears,
They meant nothing to them,
The words a hole in my skin they begin to sear,
This was just a game,
They’re game of torture and hatred,
They were all the same,
This game they all played,
Brandon, Cory, Daniel,
A mere force of will the only reason I stayed,
But, why? Would anyone really miss me if I were gone?
A few might,
For only with a few do I have any sort of bond,
So, maybe I should just go and be rid of myself,
But then I think of my father,
And for him I cannot kill myself,
For I am his one and only daughter,
His favorite,
His love,
His precious little girl.

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Written November 21st, 2005

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  • CodeNameCassie
    November 22, 2005
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    good job daughter...remember that i always love you okay????

    Sara