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A letter to my Father
If we could rewind the clock
Would you be different
So that I could know how it feels
To feel the love of a Father
Maybe I could run into your arms
Instead of away from your fists
You could be my hero
Instead of the nightmare that persists
Left with questions I cannot answer
What version of me were you after
You never liked my face
So neither did I
I look in the mirror
And...
Friday 9th August 2024 8:40 am
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