To the Best Father's I Ever Had: A Poem to MCR(I wrote this on April 2nd, roughly a week or so after the break up. I decided to put it here, because...I just thought it could be understood here.- L.D.S)To the Best Father's I Ever Had: A Poem to MCR by ~LittleDesertStar
To the Best Fathers I ever Had
It's been a week.
And still can't read the letter you wrote
for us, the children you left behind.
You all inspired me everyday too get up and face the world
and even though it was hard
and some days I just didn't want to get up
you helped me realize I was speacial and
that I can make a difference in this hellish world of ours.
For giving me hope and keeping my dream alive for so long.
I love you.
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I coughed again and grabbed a tissue out of the box sitting on the bed next to me. I groaned when I laid back down in my pillows, my nose still as stuffed before I grabbed my tissue.
I hated being sick. Not only did I have to miss days where I could be working, I also felt awful. My nose was either stuffed all the time or mucus ran down like there was no tomorrow. My head was pounding so much, it felt like I could die. And, of course, that beautiful thing known as a cough made my sore throat even more sore (if that was possible).
I grabbed a cough drop that my roommate had put on the nightstand (along with all the other medicine) before she left for work. I felt bad since she was taking my shift at the Cafe, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Everytime I tried moving, the pounding in my head just increased. But I couldn’t just lie here all day. I was so bored!
I looked around my room. I had read all my books recently. Oh, the laptop. I stretched as far