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Family

(tw; family dysfunction)

 

Who am I?

 

I like to think that, in every punch,

Every curse,

Every outburst of rage,

There is a little bit of my father.

 

In every burst of anxiety,

Every obsessive drive for perfection,

Every rejection of genuine emotion,

There is a little bit of my mother.

 

In every spiteful comment,

In every grudge held too long,

In every egotistical  thought,

There is a little bit of my stepfather.

 

And even if we are not together,

Fated from the beginning to tear one another to pieces,

We are still one big ******* happy family.

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Written by
misbehaven27
20 / Non-binary
Published
Oct 6, 2018
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#family#mother#father#stepfather#identity#self
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