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I wish I had a father that didn't belong to the bottle but was truly mine, Who gave to me security and laughter and was reliably kind, One who asked how my day went and was interested in school,
I'm writing now to a little girl, A little girl sitting lonely rocking on the floor, The little girl inside of me whose hurt eats at me like a Hunger gnaw,
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