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I am from a dad who showed me love –till I turned four
A navy man with no more room for me
To burned bridges with family, friends and loved ones
From the chilly blue ocean, days spent at the golden beach,
And time spent hiding from the world
From days spent with despair and wishes for death
To days with unending laughter and forced smiles
The hopes of tomorrow being destroyed
And memories that become tarnished
From helping raise four younger siblings
And growing up too fast
To begging my friend not to die
From my tears, joy, and fears
To finding the Father who always loved me
From being too terrified to say anything and crying too much
To a girl who shares little and writes about everything
From days spent rolling in the grass, feeding horses hay,
And playing with the animals
To being cooped up in the city
With no open spaces to roam and run through
From being forgotten by everyone
To becoming someone to be loved
If only everyone could see
The real me and where I come from



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