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Mar 2014
My father, I'm not quite sure how to say this.

You're not the person I want you to be, you're not the person I want as my father. You are everything I thought you were & that's the most terrifying & disheartening part of this.

"I have bad energy since you came here"... Oh really, "dad"? Is that true? Well how does it feel to know that you've cursed us for the rest of our lives with YOUR "bad energy" & ****** up ways?

I love you; you will always be a part of who I am, but I will always work to **** that side of me.

I'm sorry life turned out this way.. Maybe we could have saved it long ago, but right now, I have to let you go.

Perdoname.. Forgive me, Father.
All I have left is an imaginary dream of the father I want & so desperately need in my life
Luisa
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Luisa  NY
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   James Jarrett
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