Nothing could make me forget that day,
the day something left from inside of me.
It went,
quick as a flash,
never to return again.
Along with that, something else left too,
the glue that held me,
the structure of my body,
my beloved Father.
He took along with him,
my heart.
I wonder, will he ever return it?
No, he only returned half.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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