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I want to feel your hand in mine. For now the days go slowly, as I am forced to wait.
about this day that I anticipate. So forgive me if I seem awkward, I don’t know if I will know what to do. Do you know the truth, Do you understand that I love you?
maybe they would only hurt. Maybe something’s are better, being felt than heard.
as you move around. I promise not to disturb you, I wont make a sound.
so I can see you smile.......
Dad 8/95 |
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Again, written during that very dark period in my life when
I could not see my daughters. My oh my how things have
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