I dreamt of the past Father days, they were filled with fun and joy. but my father has moved away and so has the joy from all those day, i use to look forward to waking up thinking of a devious but fun plan, but now i sit in the corner and i cant understand, if theres no father to have father day with, what shall i do on this day, so i sit in my litte corner wondering...........what a lonely day. aghhhhhhhhhh
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