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| Papa, my granddad |
Did you really mean the world to me? I tell everyone that you did. That you touched an inner part of me from birth. Because you could. Because you did. But you don't know. I never admitted it to you. I never wrote you an original letter That wasn't a rehash of the last one. That heart problem of yours. You pretended, Though your fingers waned When attempting to write. I pretended along with you. Took you for granted. It's the easy way out. Now what Papa? Will you ever know what I become? Will you ever be proud of me? Will you care now that you've left this slimy world? Here is my last, unoriginal words to you. I'm sorry.
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