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I'm my father's daughter.

Whispering sweet nothings is in my nature-

somehow it makes me an interesting creature.


Giving you what you want isn't hard-

spooning at the middle of the night,

pretending there's no one else in my mind.


When the sun rises up in the sky,

I'll be gone-

without a trace left behind.


You'll say that you want to see me again,

and because I'm my father's daughter

I know what's in your head.


All the flowers inside of me are dead,

all the love I had left my body-

why bother pretend for something that is fake?


- Alex Antally 🌸

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