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Wish ContinuedA message from you in the morning
I couldn't help to get a bad feeling
I couldn't help but to worry
And in that moment, I drop everything
Telling you it's okay and have a happy day
I could have been thinking about myself
But how you're feeling is more important
The whole day I could have just forget
But instead I prayed and hope you're okay
No, you don't have to listen to me
But I'm reminding you that I want to be there
I'm reminding you that everything will be okay
And I just want you to smile
I wished for you to be happy everyday
And if I have to be the part of the reason
If I have to be a part of it to make it come true
The Girl Who is Half Way FreeThis girl has been locked in darkness forever
She's been locked in the cage, no way to escape
Everyone walks by and laughs at her crying face
She stuck alone with no one to hold
She one day turned around and saw him
Feeling sorry for her; she is alone
He decided to stay with her to make her happy
She was shocked when she heard him declare
"I will never go."
They had their good times, they had their fights
They both make mistakes, the cycle will be the same
"No friendship is perfect, not one.
But our friendship is best of them all." she heard him say
She was so confused why he would say such a thing
But all she done to him truly
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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