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He looked at me with disgust I was surprised he had the guts But in the midst of my tears I was struck with a sudden realization, a question had appeared Was he disgust with me become of who I am? Because of the way I carry myself? Or was he disgusted with the creation that was his? Was he disgusted to think that I had a little bit of him, that we shared similar mannerisms?
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Questions for my father
He looked at me with disgust I was surprised he had the guts But in the midst of my tears I was struck with a sudden realization, a question had appeared Was he disgust with me become of who I am? Because of the way I carry myself? Or was he disgusted with the creation that was his? Was he disgusted to think that I had a little bit of him, that we shared similar mannerisms?
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growingpains
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
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