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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Daddy, He Died
[time] => 2005-02-22 01:09:30
[hometext] => Just a note, this did not really happen to me, nor any of my friends. Comments are truly appreciated.
[bodytext] => My daddy hung himself From a shelf Just three years past, It all happened so fast. One morning I awoke To the smell of smoke. Mother was burning a rope She wouldn’t give me the scope. Soon I heard the police And felt tension increase. I was shooed out of the room And left to assume. Then I was screaming for dad, And going mad. A tall man came in And gave me a sad grin Then he said to me “I’m sorry, but you must see your daddy has died.” But this was denied It was not something I could handle It was all just a stupid scandal. Then mommy opened the door And fell to the floor. I rushed over to her And saw her stir. Then quietly she spoke Said daddy was with other folk. My back hit a wall, I could no longer stand tall. An unfamiliar sense of loss crept over me Suddenly I just wanted to flee. The only thought in my mind Was “how could he be so blind?” But soon I learned to deal, And then began to heal. Now I can forgive him And stop feeling grim For finally his letter was read And it simply said He’s sorry for the pain, but its not our fault. He just had to put things to a halt. Daddy I love you still And I hope I fulfill Any dreams you held for me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Live2Die [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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