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My own Dad(true story!)
written by Cut_Wrist_Risk09:14 AM 3/29/05I want to make you proud of me,
I want to be your daughter and unscoundrely.
It be nice to have you walk me down the Isle,
but we can't guarentee you'll me here for a while.
You're so very sick and can barely walk.
You huff and puff each time you talk.
Your bones are sticking out all over the place,
you look so exhausted especially in the face.
Scars and stiches in several places,
I'll never forget the look on everybodys faces.
When you walked in and everyones smile was clad.
I coulden't belive standing there, was my own Dad. |
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Scoundrely-Bad
Clad-Past tense
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Sabbi_the_tabby (3-29-2005 - 09:16 AM)
| wow, touching.
if u dont mind me asking, what happened to ur dad? |
by Cut_Wrist_Risk (3-29-2005 - 09:17 AM)
| He's dying of diabeties and he had to get open heart surgery and kidney dialisis and he needs 2 transplants. |
by Sabbi_the_tabby (3-29-2005 - 09:18 AM)
| I'm so sorry, is there anything i can do?
i give you all the luck in the world |
by barbed_circle (3-29-2005 - 09:58 AM)
by sexy_shorty (3-29-2005 - 02:55 PM)
| i'm so sorry, that's really sad. you want your dad there with you always and i'm sure he does too. it's very touching. |
by (guest) (3-29-2005 - 04:09 PM)
| hmpf. i dont know what to say, i already knew about all that stuf, and yeah when i was at your house yesterday i saw some of those scars that your dad had. im prayin for ya buddy. ~Mary~
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