Father
You are dad And you are dead But how are you still breathing? You're complicated... ...Just like me But how are you even here When you're dead? You are still breathing Though you died a long time ago We used to play games Like football and soccer We used to play monopoly And you would always let me win But then it just stopped I had grown up I went to school And you grew a little older And worked a lot more And then we just stopped You still love me And I still love you too And we both know that But the father I had is now dead The playful one The lively one The talkative one You're still the best dad ever And even if all this made me sad You still try To give me the world You silently are proud for me You do everything you can to protect me You'd still kill for me You'd die for me You did so once... ...I love you
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Qasim Ali
Love give life someone's than firsty yourself
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Kim Diamond
@Qasim Ali I didn't quite catch that
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2018-07-18 18:06:32
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Kim Diamond
@byeee
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