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Dear Dad
The year 2025
The date 26 Jan
Dear Dad
But you’re not really my dad
But you are
I’m sad
I’m dying
I know this
She helps
Because I’ve asked
How much longer, it depends
I don’t know if you’re listening
But I’m hoping
I want to fix things
Just for me
I want to see you
Talk to you
If only for an hour
I have questions I want to ask
Maybe I’ll ask or maybe I won’t
But I just want to sit
Quiet or talking
I do love to talk
I’ll let you talk though
I just want to hear what you’ll say
I know they’ll be mad or hurt, I guess
But it’s me who’s dying
Don’t I get a request
Hey dad, I want to see you
If only for an hour
One hour please
Did you know that I’m dying?
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