Suppression of a daddy’s girl.

When you wake up from the state of suppression you become a part of the realization that he is gone.

Warping my heart around that was just as hard as writing this down.

I still remember the days where I was held all day by you while looking at the price is right.
I look up as I was being fed my bottle and you smiling down on me. Seems like yesterday.

I remember love.

A definitive love so profound, a love a father has for his child.

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