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My Dad Cared

I lay still at the bottom of the hill waiting or you to see what you do you never show I wish I could go but I'm hurt and alone cold as a stone dad where are you I try to yell but I can't it hurts like hell where are you when you're needed I've yelled, cried begged, and pleaded. A couple of hours later you come across me then you think to yourself is she dead, alive or asleep you pick me up and take me home to the ranch all alone wake up wake up I don't budge I wanted you here earlier on but no you were out of town not in our state gone then you explained yourself to me and at first I didn't believe but thank you anyway fore saving me I'll love for always my caring daddy

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Date: 1/4/2015 12:22:00 PM
This makes me think of my daddy. He died before I was born and I have felt many of these emotions in my life so I can totally empathize and sympathize with these words and I also get the feeling of being saved by my Heaveny Father as well. I relate in many ways. Very good. God Bless You. Keep your head up and keep writing. Good job :)
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