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Half my life has gone fatherless
Half my life has gone in complete darkness
I've grown close to that darkness, holding back everything i wand and need to say
Life, good word, what can i say about it?
Nothing except a liquid so thick that it has covered my eyes so i couldn't see the whole picture
But as i grow, this liquid is washed away with every tear that is shed because of shear madness or sadness toward a man who has shown no love or possibly has no love in him
As i reach the middle of my sight being clear, i hit a puddle, that is a new liquid that blurs my vision a little more.

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