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Sep 10
In the depths of your care, I find despair,
While you provide, your presence I can't bear.
Though you call yourself my loving father,
Your actions have left a scar I can't smother.
My heart aches with the wounds you've bestowed,
You're no father to me, this truth must be known
I hate your presents
Written by
kalisey  14/F/Utah u.s
(14/F/Utah u.s)   
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