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Dear, Dad

I am a burden to your soul against my love, I want to let you go I make you hurt with my own pain I make you cry with my own tears I make you weak with my recovery but you take my hand, say it's okay. Sorry my burden is your misery against my tears, I close my eyes tightly my heart keeps repeating that day my memories take me to that place again I endlessly told myself today this burden wasn't meant for you dad.

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Date: 6/23/2019 7:03:00 PM
What a touching poem, Alessandra. Congrats on your win.
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Alessandra Quincy Bakar Frade
Date: 6/23/2019 8:47:00 PM
What did I win? But thanks so much ??

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