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little girl lost and once upon a time someone was in love with me and trusting me unconditionally as if she was my little girl a child of mine who looked to me to be her everything and yet, I could not give her what she needed no matter how much she pleaded for what was missing from her was something she had to find inside... confidence and self-esteem can only be fed by love, but it must be born within the heart of the one being fed... I wish I could give self-love, but I can only give honest love...
don't know if daddy is enough here is a baby, here is a muffin here is a big pile of stuff maybe if she was not so full of doubt and could tell herself true her desire she could fulfill if herself as it should be and know how much she can inspire I wish that my arms could make everything alright I wish that the passion we share in the night could bridge the gaps in her mind and bring peace to her soul but that's something only she can control so what is my role comfort and pleasure what am I worth how can I measure what I can give all that she asks for and still there's more I wish I knew more little girl lost looking for reason don't know if lovers are enough here is a candle, here is a story here is where it might get rough will I be forced into the hardest decision to walk away if there's one more incision watching her bleed drains my soul of life's energy but that's something I try not to see so what will be comfort and pleasure what do I mean how can I measure life in her heart is my dream, but can it be more I wish I knew what to do for she is what I am here for little girl lost looking for something don't know if daddy is enough here is a baby, here is a muffin here is a big pile of stuff maybe if she was not so full of doubt and could tell herself true her desire she could fulfill if herself as it should be and know how much she can inspire
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |