A Father And A Son
Father
What you could never be
A hero in the eyes of the boy
You couldn't see
Believe you'll make the ideology
Of a youth quite effectively
When you yourself
Are blinded by whats beneath
Father
I know we're very much alike
Both trying to find a place
To just feel alive
But mental abuse is still abuse
And you could use a bit of truth
That you are not a model man
From you I learned
How not to live
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EAnders
I paint, animate, write novels and short stories, compose and record music, brew beer, create various social projects all while preparing to study biochemistry at UCSD. It's always been hard to focus on one subject as literally everything fascinates me, yet writing is always at the center of my life. At the moment I'm looking to publish at least one of the dozen-or-so novels I've been working on, maybe even freelance as a journalist at some point in the future... ...and to be honest I never wrote poetry until now.
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