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I walked outside at 3:43
because you had brought something
to school for me.
I took my package and walked to my
bus,
if I had only known that would be
the last time for "us".
So many times that day runs
through my head,
the day I was told my daddy was
dead.
Its been almost 3 years and the
pain will not ease.
Its like being trapped in a cage
with thrown away keys.
I act like it didn’t happen or
that its ok.
I always say tomorrow will be the
better day.
Down my face run many many tears
because no date is to proceed my
daddy's birth year,
but it does and there is nothing
to do about it now
but pray to god he was accepted
above somehow.
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