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I’m sorry I disappointed you but,
You never were my father
At least not to me.
Your favoritism really got to me.
And that one night,
When the blood dripped from my wrist,
Was because of you.
I’m sorry I’m not good enough.
You always liked Emily more,
And constantly berated me
But you really hurt my feelings,
If that’s what I should call you.
And now my heart is on the floor,
Shattered into pieces.
Pieces that once were a beautiful mosaic
Of my childhood

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