I'm sorry daddy; no more babygirl.

Your baby girl; your bundle of joy.
I was everything to you, but I have been destroyed.

Teens and profanity;
Television and Computers.

They often put me out
and shut me down.

I'm new made.
Danger rolling through my head.
No more wanting little dollies.
Instead wishing to make out pointlessly.

I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to leave you. You're so far away; and I can't grieve enough about us. What am I supposed to do? I don't act the right way; cause i'm left with a mommy that doesn't do good things either.

Please don't yell at me because I wasn't raised right. It's your fault for leaving me all alone at night. It's mommy's fault too; she didn't care at all. I had a boo-boo and she told me to stand tall.

I'm sorry daddy;
there's no more babygirl.

(Actual words from Miranda's daddy:
Oh, I remember Bob, how could I forget? I remember me you and Bob would play together all the time. Do you remember that I would pretend he was talking to you before you would go to sleep? Yes, I remember playing make up and tea party and watching cartoons on video. In my whole life, the best time I have ever had is when we spent time together. Those times are the best in the whole world to me. That's because you're the dearest person to me, always, no matter what.

Bob is my childhood bear.)

I love you daddy.
Why have things changed?
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