when i was a little girl
i used to journal
i'd tell the pages about how much I missed you
but as life continues
I become more angry and when I see you, I want to argue
tell you instead how you should've been there
how you should be at my wedding, in that chair
and about how your addiction shouldn't have
torn our family photograph
...
when I was your little girl
i used to think of you as my world
quickly you became relabeled
you became a distant dream
a father who was broken at the seams
CZYTASZ
Overwhelming Emotions
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