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dad
Contributed by
fred
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Friday, 23rd December 2011 @ 08:52:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I wanna help but what can i do
a lotta people wanna help me to
one more time, one more chance
giving up without a second glace
you gave up on me and long time ago
and now its time i let it go
hate me love me wich ever one
but i writing this so you know im done
no more crying, no more tears
no more torturing taunting fears
so this is my all, its real, its me
its better this way and one day you'll see.
im not going anywhere. this is not goodbye
but ill think next time before i try
im sorry its like this i really am
but you turned into something i cannot stand
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fred
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2011-12-23 20:52:28]
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Re: dad
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by ThanhThanh on
Friday, 23rd December 2011 @ 10:50:44 PM AEST
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| Readers do not know what has happened between the two -- father and son -- but by reading "so this is my all, its real, its me; its better this way and one day you'll see" one might understand that the son has loved his Dad so much. And that is what it is sufficiently to his Dad. |
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