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It’s strange now how our lives have changed. Some claim this is all prearranged. But, here I am, clad in this pretty black dress dad. I know you don’t like it when I cry but I can’t help but be sad. Standing by your side, I want to lie there beside you. Daddy, I never even got to bid you adieu. You’ll never know how much that hurt, Never getting to remind you that I’ll always be your little girl. There are times I catch myself starting to tear up, Every time I see  a picture of you, even if isn’t a close-up. You never were like other fathers, Yet, that was never a bit of a bother, For though sometimes