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My dad


I hate him in all his glory but hell he’s improving

There’s a reason i nicknamed him the good o’l asshole

Hell i'm planning a tattoo dedicated to him

I remember the pizza place

And how you would abuse me

And how you would try not to call me worthless

And how he was the only fucker that ever cared

And how he actually cares about me

And how he is the only one in my family that knows that I am his son not daughter

And how he is fucking trying

Failing but still trying

 
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