

DaddyDaddyDaddy
Daddy, why are you always around but never really around Why do you always pay more attention to her? She’s not your daughter… that’s who I am But now I think back and you never really cared You have always loved her more than me Even though I always told myself that I was daddy’s little girl But now I realized, I never was, it was all a lie And I just don’t understand, she’s my best friend But why do you have to love her more than me? She’s your niece… not your only daughter But she has two fathers, while I’m left with none Hey, Daddy, I just don’t understan
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In every closet, under evey bed,
in every heart and in our head,
stalk, haunt the things we dread,
florescent white is stained with red.
There are things that go bump in the night.
I am here to prove this to you all.
~The Author
i loooove you!!!
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lost in your ways.
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In every closet, under evey bed,
in every heart and in our head,
stalk, haunt the things we dread,
florescent white is stained with red.
There are things that go bump in the night.
I am here to prove this to you all.
~The Author
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We scratch our eternal itch
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In every closet, under evey bed,
in every heart and in our head,
stalk, haunt the things we dread,
florescent white is stained with red.
There are things that go bump in the night.
I am here to prove this to you all.
~The Author
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lost in your ways.
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In every closet, under evey bed,
in every heart and in our head,
stalk, haunt the things we dread,
florescent white is stained with red.
There are things that go bump in the night.
I am here to prove this to you all.
~The Author
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