Father
I wrote a poem for you father, trying to explain that even the roots of hate are deep into my heart, I still find some type of love for you.
Twenty six, well twenty seven years and I still don’t have an excuse for you, my wait for you end long time ago but I still hope that I can find you someday of my life.
You left but all this feelings stay, stay inside of me, misunderstood to what was good for me, I don’t hate you but I hate that you didn’t stay to see me prosper and grow and into my lonely nights I still wonder why?
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