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Nov 2013
I used to be a daddy's girl.
And maybe I still am.

Maybe that's why I work so hard to earn his approval.

Maybe if I were a boy.
Maybe if I were more submissive.
Maybe if I didn't exist.

Maybe then he'd love me.
He won't listen.
He won't stop yelling.
Not until I'm in tears.
And I am.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
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