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Living under a shadow of doubt
A misleading hand guiding my route
There was a voice by which I was led
The one he conditioned inside my head
Making me feel less than enough
Giving me nothing, taking alot
Watching his actions, hearing his words
Leaving new wounds to discover
Where is the bond one is to feel
For a man who often forgot
Kind words and meals?
Is this a father, I think not
To receive his love, it had to be bought
Given a chance, more than one time
But to his ways he still remains blind
Blaming others, innocence his cry
But to his stark pleas
I refuse to abide
No more tears will burn in my eyes
As I say goodbye to his anger and lies
Now he stays
Full of woes, alone, pitiful
But his daughter no longer feels dutiful
I have freed my mind
And quieted the voice
His place has been lost
Within my soul
Within my heart
For now I have climbed from my abyss
Away from his grasp
With nothing to miss
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