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Obstacles


Dear dad, you took care of me when  I was young then left when I got older. You claim you love me, yet you left when I needed you most. You continue to use and abuse your time with me; I don't get. You rather drink and do drugs then spend time with our own daughter. You still rather choose the sweet high from drugs then your family. 

I don't think I will cry when you die.
 
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