Look at me, as I express the core of my comfortless nights, you wasn't present. Look at me, as I shout out or even wail at the times when I needed you, and you was in the wind. I mean, you act like I was in your ears, saying release me in this poisonous fake ass world. Look at me, as painful as your absence, it showed me one thing, you did right by staying away. Look at me, I think I deserve that much. The tears I cried for a man I didn't know, till death called. Look at me father? Are you proud of the man I've become? Did you really feel me in those last visits? Alot I'm getting through but wonder if your looking at me?
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