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So-Called "dad"

she sits in the corner, not wanting to move because her body is in shock from this horrible news the news she just heard of her so-called "dad" the life he showed them was not the only one he had deacon by day, junkie by night he constantly put ona front like he was living right she always saw something in him, that others couldn't see she knew her mom shouldn't be with him, it wasn't meant to be but what was she to do, only being a hild little did she know, the truth would come to the light afterwhile slowly but surely, people began to see that deacon vines wasn't all he cracked up to be he had a problem, that was solved with a fix it put him in a state of confusion, so his family he dismissed coming home later and later, not caring if his children saw he did it for years, it instilled fears, until finally he pulled the last straw his wife had had enough, she couldn't take it anymore now once ad for all, she is walkign out that door she is tired of always worrying, tired of all the pain of styain up late, wating for a mate who was just playing games so now it's final, her parents are getting a divorce she always knew that one day her mom would make the right choice though it took a while to see, she has finally come to realize that the man she fell in love with had her living a lie so what is she to do, being put throgh all this turmoil? it's so overwheling that at times all she can do is cry she calls her best friend who is always there hoping to get encouraging words that let her know God won't put more on you than you can bear so as she sits in the ocrner she begins to ponder on days gone by the days when she hada daddy who she tought would never lie Some dad he turned out to be. 10:44pm 3/22/07

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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