in Father Poems
I am a small and precious child,
My dad's been sent to fight
The only place I'll see him is in my dreams tonight
He will be gone too many days...
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As tears run down her face,
she realized she's made a mistake.
An utter suffocation,
she's trying to hold on.
I was touched by this poem because I do hurt myself, and I know it is bad, but I have terrible anxiety and when I have nothing to do I get anxious, so I really just got worse and worse. I...