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Here's to my desire to remember what he left
But, there was no time for sentiment as he took his final breath
I was not too broken to hope for a helping hand, but I had to fight to find it
Eight years old is too young to become a man; I left my hope behind me
I was just another angry kid, growing up without a dad
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