and i am not going to waste my time thinking about you anymore.
i don't need your bullshit.
because right now.
right here...
i've got my dad to visit.
i've got gifts to prepare and a basket of fruits and cards to make.
i've got albums to fill and thicken.
i've got the rain to beat down the sadness.
i've got my father waiting for me.
he's waiting for his baby to return.
before he tells me again:
i'm sorry, baby.
i'm gonna' let him know.
That i forgive him.
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