Without you,
Without your presence,
With heartfelt joy lost
became adults with sticks,
With new achievements,
With promises to fulfill,
Independent
Equally sad, just as dreamy,
disenchanted,
Stronger, weaker,
always more alone,
With little love,
by lying like this always happen a thousand years.
I always love you and miss you.
Dad.
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