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DadMom sisters,brothers each other is all we had. We all grew up without our dad. He left us all when I was just three. There was no dad for us to see. Life was hard but we learned to share. Because our dad was never there. Our life was filled with heartache and pain. But I will say one thing he left us his name. Everyone say's it's time to forgive and let it go. What a life with a dad would be like I'll never know. Somethings were good somethings were bad. It might have been great if we've had our dad. Teresa Skyles Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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