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Feb 2016
How dare you call me. I spent every night for three years waiting for you. I spent my days crying because of you. I had to make a man of myself. I lost you in a fire for all I care. I wrote words of beauty and you never noticed behind that beer glass. How am I to be proud of myself if you never were. You wasted 18 years so don't you dare call me again. I've seen the unknown and felt the light of happiness. You are no father, you are a drunk in the hell you created. You're alone, now dig yourself out. I've never had the gut to say it but ******* and have a nice day.
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith
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Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith  Washington
(Washington)   
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   Kimberly Rose
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