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Troubled Note

Daddy, will I never see you again? 

Will no one ever hold me close and shake the ground beneath my feet if I fail to stand erect?

Daddy, I miss you and I want you to know that I love you immensely.

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I don't want to be poor, I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be powerless.

I know several people are doing far worse than me, but it's also true that there are several who are doing far better than me. I think at my age, all men are happily married with kids but I am this lonely dump that is wasting time away at odd jobs. 

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I want all of Britain to know that I am at your service. Together, we will make Britain the happiest and most prosperous place in the entire world one day again. Europe is my home and it is my life purpose to serve the people of Britain and greater Europe.

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I want my family to be with me all the time. I hope you haven't forgotten your loved one. But no one ever comes back to me or remembers me. 

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Signing off with a troubled note,

My mother's joy

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