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For as long as I can remember my mode of living has consist of many misfortunes. I've always felt alone Even as a child I longed for a father figure; I desperately yearned for that love and affection, just the comfort! Many times I asked my mother why my father didn't love me enough to stick around  I myself couldn't understand how he knowingly made a child and just up a skipped town. Sadly she had no explanation, what, really could she say Although she tried to ease my pain The tensity alone...brought so much strain and stress to my brain I feel as though the trauma he has set in my life effected me deeper than I'd like to believe It made me weak for a man... all I've ever truely wanted was to be loved So I've settled for less, and hoped for the best. All because I only wanted to truely be loved