A/N: this is a poem i wrote for my dad. i'm going to give it to him on his 47th birthday in February. it's so sad to see him grow older -- as well as everyone else i love. but we grow and we die and it's only natural. but when my dad dies, the world will lose someone truly great.
for you, dad
one day we will all come to an end
but when you do
a part of me will, too
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