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Please Love Me

By , Walpole, MA
I’m afraid of my dad,
Not because he’s a bad guy,
He’s never done anything wrong,
I actually love him a lot.

Just at night,
I’ll leave on my light,
And he’ll come to tell me,
It’s time to go to bed.

But at night,
I write and I read,
Tonight I cried,
And I’m afraid.
What if he sees me?
Will he think I’m weird,
Will he pretend not to see,
Will he love me less?

I used to cry,
All through the night,
Hoping he’d save me,
Make it right.

When I was little,
I wanted him to love me more,
Older now,
I just want him to love me.
And I’m afraid he wont.





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