Cheers to you

By
I have not a father
but his blood runs through my veins
I am no more than a mistake
born to a drug addict who no longer wanted a family
the drugs won
I wasnt worth it
I am no more than the phone call I recieve once a month
Was it easier to run than make things right?
So cheers to the man who gave me the guilt of being born, and my mother the guilt of having me.





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