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Dear dad, Wise, stoic man. So wise, You never realised How I disappeared. So wise, With those Sophisticated words, That crushed my soul Into mere, ugly Crumbs. So stoic, Especially when You scream, curse Grab my arm and toss me away. Then come back close, Grab my chin And slap whatever is left Away from me. So wise… You still asked Why I looked tired.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
Dear dad
Dear dad, Wise, stoic man. So wise, You never realised How I disappeared. So wise, With those Sophisticated words, That crushed my soul Into mere, ugly Crumbs. So stoic, Especially when You scream, curse Grab my arm and toss me away. Then come back close, Grab my chin And slap whatever is left Away from me. So wise… You still asked Why I looked tired.
The cruelest thing a father can destroy is his child’s sense of self.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
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