LETTER

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A five-year-old me looking up to you

No assumptions in a child's pure mind

You were my king, the strongest one of all

I was still so small, it kept your jokes kind

A ten-year-old me looking up to you

Fishing on a lake although I hated it

I didn't want to kill, oh how it made me ill

Got my own view of life, but yours faded it

A fifteen-year-old me looking up to you

Your jokes getting out of hand, I cry

You're always supposed to love your own family

Couldn't figure out a single reason why

A grown-up me looking down on you

Not afraid to speak my mind anymore

Sorry for your childhood, the cruelties that you've seen

Hope you end up to be the winner of your inner war

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Siiri Peppi Fanny Leppälä