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Sep 2011
In the beginning*

Your butchering words,
Went through my head.

As a child who listens,
To every word you say.

Your constant sarcasm,
Your words which,
I thought were the truth.

Just to let you know, Dad
Those butchering words,
To me are now worthless.

For I know now,
It was only your sickness.
09.20.11
A lot of things have changed.
Written by
Paulamae  California
(California)   
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