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MY DAUGHTER CALLED
I CRIED SHE SAID THAT SHE LOVED ME SHE LIED SHE CHOSE TO LIVE WITH HER DADDY SHE CHOSE TO LEAVE SHE HURT ME MY DAUGHTER CALLED TODAY THE NUMBER BLOCKED HER BEAUTIFUL VOICE MY LOVE SEEMED MOCKED YEA, MY DAUGHTER CALLED I KNOW THE PAIN WILL HEAL WHEN SHE CALLED I WISH I COULD HAVE SAID THAT MY HOME IS HER’S STILL
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