You used to be my best friend, I remember being your little girl. You would tell me you loved me, and would want to be with me. I don't have any kind of connection with you, you look at me and I feel like it's in disappointment. I'm sorry for the mistakes I've done, if I could go back I'd change them. I hate that you can't ever talk to me, or tell me hi when you walk in the door. You tickle me to sleep, and kiss me good night. Now it's a stare goodnight. Daddy I love you, happy birthday. I'm sorry..
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