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The Good Ol Days
Contributed by
garyh
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Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 01:32:41 AM in AEST
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I hate the way you treated me
Coming home drinking those nights
Not one day went by without it
Those times you hit me, my brother
We tried to run but always caught
Hits were harder
Stronger, worse, even more
I remember the boards you used
To hit us those nights
And make us learn
Times have changed now
But the scars still remain
Deep inside, I will hate you forever
But I cant change that youre my dad
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garyh
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2004-01-17 01:32:41]
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Re: The Good Ol Days
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by emystar on
Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 02:29:57 AM AEST
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Oh wow, this is soo sssaadd!
Very well said.
Hang tuff.
Jus because he's your Dad that don't give him the right to beat u or your brother.
I'm hoping this is in the past.
peace, joy, luv, huggs,
emy |
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Re: The Good Ol Days
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by Mouth on
Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 03:15:28 AM AEST
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I feel the same way about my Dad..Good write. It really speaks to me.
Sarah |
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Re: The Good Ol Days
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by hawaii06 on
Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 08:26:26 PM AEST
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| My father used to beat my sister, brother, mother and I..and I was only 3...that's why I made a poem called "A Father That Was Never There"...He was always drunk and abusive...So I kind of know what you're going through.... |
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