Unknowing
Dear Dad, that I never got to know Hey, it's your daughter. The one you wouldn't have bothered with, when on those drugs, if you were here. What was going on in that drugged up head of yours? did you even want me or was I useless to you as a crooked nail is to the wall? Mother has told me that you were a druggie Separated at 4, died by 8 I was young but I'm glad now. It would have been nice to know you but I'm glad I don't I don't want to know the outcomes of having a druggie father. I know it would've been hard to quit so let me tell you, I'm not mad this maybe useless to you but I just wanted to let you know I forgive you. Love Carmalita The daughter you wouldn't have bothered knowing.
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