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the denial He had when i was born,
refusing to hold me made him seem cruel,
seeing his hatred as i bloomed,
never wanting a daugther of his own,
hating me with everything he wanted,
then my brothers were born,
I thought He'd go perfect,
Because all he wanted was a son,
But i thought wrong,
he treated them worser,
then he was with his own daugthers,
He treated them like they were monsters,
But all they wanted was a loving father,
When his sons turned eleven he walked through the door and never seen again and now we wonder
why was my dad, never a loving father?





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