My father may no longer be part of me,
he is here with me, but he is not a part of me. I left my father, Like an apple rolling away from the tree inch by inch, day by day. Now I must stand for myself, alone to fight the darkness, without help, and barely standing a chance. No longer may I be a child, I must fight on instead, no matter what, this twisted world throws at me, I will survive. Never will I fall, Never will I give up, I will carry on, No matter what.
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