I don't know if this will count as one of my blogs, but I wrote a poem, so here it is. I usually don't write poetry, but I started writing, and couldn't stop.
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Why are you sick?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I not love you enough?
Talk to you enough?
I tried my best.
I was young; I was afraid.
I wish you could see I was wrong.
I love you now, and I wish you well.
I believe you will fight.
I know you will win.
No one can replace you.
No one loves me the way you do.
I feel this expresses a great deal about my childhood and what I went through with my Dad. It goes from questioning what was happening (when I first heard he was in jail when I was 9) to the present (him being sick).
-I hope this counts as a blog.
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