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A Tribute To Daddy
Its dark where I lie, it is warm and safe. I'm growing day by day. Two distinctive voices, one is soft and tender, the other.. Harsh, loud.. Wait, the voice is walking away. The sound of a heart breaking is faint.. I can hear it.. It makes me nervous. The voice doesn't return. I hear only one now.
A journey I take, long and traitorous.. I hear the gentle voice now louder, asking for it to stop. I enter a realm, so bright.. Wait I can't breathe. I am being handed to voices I don't recognise. Where's the voice? I need my voice. I gasp as I take my first breath, I gulp for air and let out ...