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Tuesday

I blame you Hollywood, for showing me things you never should

Memories recalling
My tear drops falling
Fathers words,
I lay awake in bed.

Pillows covering ears
Doesn't help to take the fears
From a young souls
Weary head


Melancholy in the mirror
The morning drawing nearer
Just a dream, tomorrow
No fathers words will said

As many years have past
Scars left to forever last
He is gone now
I lay rested in bed

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