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My Father Not My Dad

My blood now herts me and I just now see he is looking in the mirror back at me, my mind doesn't care, my tears are dry, but my heart is healing and I really do cry. Dad is a name that gives me light, it gets me through and it makes me fight, now I see my face and just see me and see the way it really should be. I thought my blood would eat my whole but heart and spirit wouldn't let go, he lifted me up and wiped my tear, he told me, " It's Ok" he is always here. My past is a portion, crumb in my life, my present is the hand that took away the knife. Thank you father for helping creating me, thank you for
just being you, because you are not my daddy you are only you.