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Your Scar
(For the girl who haunts my dreams still)
Dear Daddy,
Not that you'd care, but
All that I wanted
was to make you proud
But, I was too stupid
Too fat
Too loud
All you ever did
was bring me down
I was your scar
Your permanent frown
I was your verbal punchbag
In your whiskey fuelled state
Never felt like your child
Just a vess...
Tuesday 1st February 2022 2:04 pm
Your Scar
(for the little girl who haunts my dreams still)
Dear Daddy,
Not that you'd care, but
All that I wanted was to make you proud
But, I was too stupid
Too fat
Too loud
All you ever did was bring me down
I was your scar
Your permanent frown
I was your verbal punchbag
In your whiskey fuelled state
Never felt I was your child
Just a vessel for...
Sunday 27th September 2020 9:53 pm
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