When i was younger i used to go fishing all the time with my dad and that was a big part of my childhood. As time went on we all grew apart and soon my dad just stopped taking me fishing because he was busy with work or i was busy getting high

The water is where I belong

My name even knows that

& so does my father .

Early morning fishing

No such thing as quitting

At the beach we were living

The water should be my addiction

Daddys little girl

I caught fish and wanted to travel the world

I miss the old him

I miss the old me

Life has battered us

Shaken us up

I would do anything to get back the love

He became spiteful

& I became distant


The End

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