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Father

by parr38

I call you my father But I can't call you my dad It used to make me mad But now I don't even bother I call you father because you're never there Do you even care? You have never been there for me That's something I can now see You never wanted to help Now I don't want your help You'll probably miss my graduation You don't care about my dedication Will you ever be there? I don't even care I am done with you You're done with me too
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father care done there

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parr38
<p>Thanks!!</p>
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<p>wow</p><p>i can understand the anger you have against your father for his absence</p><p>live your life in your eyes, no one else</p><p>great reflection in expressing yourself</p>

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