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November 2, 2024
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November 2, 2024
Father,
where are you?
I want to hold your hand.
It’s dark,
and I am lonely.
I need you to understand
and feel your touch
to be satisfied within.
Filled in with love from afar,
distant ’til we get real close
until the gap gets all filled in.
Affirm that it’s okay
to be me.
Know where I begin and end,
that I’ll trust in
how to be a friend.