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Father you've blown your head off
You left us for good
You daddy were nothing but misunderstood
I don't remember your funeral
or that time we went fishing
All I do is sit here, crying and wishing
Wishing this was different and you haven't gone away.
I don't remember our last Christmas
Or the last words we shared
Although somehow through all of this, I somehow wish I still cared.
Copyright © Jillian Sabecky | Year Posted 2015
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