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Poppa, You left me. I mean, you were always there, but in part. You didn't leave the house. You left my heart. You left my trust, shattered. You left me angry. You left me confused. You claim to love me. You claim you're proud. But, when I open my mouth you just shut me down. Am I not that important? Do you care? If so, could you show it? I know your 'bride' is important. I really do. But don't forget, I am HALF of you. Your DNA runs through me. You made me. Well, physically. Emotionally, you've destroyed me. Did you know? I guess you couldn't. I'd die before I'd let it show. You say I'm stubborn. Yeah, I guess I am. You taught me that. I'm just trying to make you proud. Sorry, I've failed. But how would you be, if your father bailed? Bailed emotionally, no support. Just physically there. Yeah, it's made me tough. Poppa, I miss you. I know things won't be the same. But I'm really tired. I'm bruised from this game. Poppa, I'll accept you back, I really will. I still love you, Poppa. {Jo(e)}
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
An Open Letter To My Father
Poppa, You left me. I mean, you were always there, but in part. You didn't leave the house. You left my heart. You left my trust, shattered. You left me angry. You left me confused. You claim to love me. You claim you're proud. But, when I open my mouth you just shut me down. Am I not that important? Do you care? If so, could you show it? I know your 'bride' is important. I really do. But don't forget, I am HALF of you. Your DNA runs through me. You made me. Well, physically. Emotionally, you've destroyed me. Did you know? I guess you couldn't. I'd die before I'd let it show. You say I'm stubborn. Yeah, I guess I am. You taught me that. I'm just trying to make you proud. Sorry, I've failed. But how would you be, if your father bailed? Bailed emotionally, no support. Just physically there. Yeah, it's made me tough. Poppa, I miss you. I know things won't be the same. But I'm really tired. I'm bruised from this game. Poppa, I'll accept you back, I really will. I still love you, Poppa. {Jo(e)}
Poppa, I hope you read this.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
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