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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