Mr. Turtle was a present from my dad
Reminding me of all the time we spent together
Time goes too fast
Unity is something we once had
Ruined by the real world
The money troubles and death
Light so dim
Ended with closed eyes and no pulse
I feel the patterns
So many memories as I close my eyes
Maybe if I pray he'll come back
In the end it's just wishful thinking
Never am I going to feel his warmth
Ever after without my dad.

Come back into the shell

By Halam (Year 9)

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