I am dying inside. Will no one help me? He left me. The whore he sees every night Took him away. He left me. He didn't leave me, he was stolen. She took him. He left me. If I change he'll come back. He'll see she has no class. No, he left me. I won't die. He left me. I'll stay alive... She won't
Reason for writing:
My dad left when I was seven years old. I thought about
how my mom felt about it and wrote this poem.
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