i always knew people died,
i just wish he didn't,
he was my second father,
who i always ran to when my dad wasn't there,
he took me away from everything,
then i realized his time was up,
death decided to strick,
i just wish death didn't take him,
i have no longer someone to run to,
alot off tears to cry,
and it's been three years and i'm still trying to say goodbye.
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