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You're loosing it.
You're loosing your mind.
You're loosing your popularity.
You're loosing your dignity.
And worse of all,
You're loosing our respect.
A tourmented idol for your daughter.
A fallen hero to your son.
A broken lover to your wife.
Yet, you think you're right.
In other places, majority wins.
Sense and reason are what they are.
But somehow, you are the victim.
Somehow, we are the blame.
Your daughter may forget due to her sensitivity.
Your wife may forget due to her undying love.
Your friends may forget due to their tolerance.
But your son, he perceives things differently.
You're loosing your daughter.
You're loosing your wife.
You're loosing your son.
Happy Fathers Day.
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