Father
Given a tour through Hell, one does not emerge prestine.
Foresaken.
Facing myself horrified.
Time does not heal all.
Hate pour's over me as sea over sand.
Sand is to mirror, as my father is of me.
Foresaken.
The ability to frogive is courage.
I am a coward.
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