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errolmoako
errolmoako
I am a thief who steals articles and claim it as my own
3 years ago
His hair was black then it turned gray
His memory was clear then it turned cloudy
His skin was calloused then it turned creased
His body was strong then it turned weak
He lift me up in time of distress
He held my hand tight in darkness
He made me smile
He called my name when I couldn't speak his
He became my friend when nobody did
He became my mom when she wasn't around
He cried when I won a prize
He even planted seeds for our ground
He was my hero
My idol
My friend
And he was once my father...
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Written by
errolmoako
errolmoako
I am a thief who steals articles and claim it as my own
3 years ago