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Hate Is a Hereditary Trait

This hate runs through my viens and out my mouth. This *****litterally isn't good for my health. My silence is my medicine, Why share what trouble i've been in? You were never there, and I mean really there. You werent there to wipe my tears or fix my hair. So don't tell me that you ever cared. Hate has never ran so strong For someone i barley knew all along You were a figment of my imagination and now your a real human creation. your my dad? How can you love me when you always so mad? Its funny how you claim me but you weren't there to raise me. Being a dad is more than getting my mom knocked up I'm sorry what im saying is so upfront. But it was never you. and sometimes I wish that *****you told me was true. How you think I'm not yours. I mean if you really don't want me then let that *****be known and I swear ill be gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 5/14/2013 8:23:00 AM
What a sad, but honest allegory to whom I presume was a Father that was never there for his daughter. Great write.
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Date: 5/13/2013 5:47:00 PM
Mackenzie one can sense your anger, but more profound is the unfathomable pain and hurt expressed in your words. Kim
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