I’m broken, with no pieces left
Just an aching heart
I wanted to be a good daughter
I tried to do what was expected
But you failed to be a father
You were just the man
Who provided for food and clothes
You forgot what I needed the most
An hug and encouraging words
So, you are my father
And you call me daughter
In fact, we’re just strngers
With blood ties
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