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Dad and some kids, shouldn’t it be okay? Dad was supportive….well he will be someday. Sometimes he came home, most days we were alone, But we hid when he came, we hid in shame.
I am what I am, but you can't see me from just a glance in my direction.
Today marks one
you always said you loved me.  I was never sure how true it was. You yelled and called me names, and I never told you how much it hurt. You said' you'd take care of me, but how can you really watch me,
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