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What's ******* me up is she is my daughter and she doesn't realize that she barely knows me It's hard to accept that I can remember every detail about her and there is nothing new from today that I can show her How could it be this difficult to keep a relationship with your own flesh and blood? I'm sure we would be much more open day to day if we could But I rather not risk the fact that her father is somewhere lurking reading our messages the things we see as personal But I will be patient and think of something worth making it all work without setting up that rage I can't seem to tame when it comes to her
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
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What's ******* me up is she is my daughter and she doesn't realize that she barely knows me It's hard to accept that I can remember every detail about her and there is nothing new from today that I can show her How could it be this difficult to keep a relationship with your own flesh and blood? I'm sure we would be much more open day to day if we could But I rather not risk the fact that her father is somewhere lurking reading our messages the things we see as personal But I will be patient and think of something worth making it all work without setting up that rage I can't seem to tame when it comes to her
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
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