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Father
Contributed by
crickle
on
Thursday, 17th February 2005 @ 02:24:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Sometimes I look in the mirror and my stomach churns at my reflection
Not at the appearance of myself, I know who I am
But its what I see inside that part of you that made me
My hands my face, my mind is all part of your creation
My blood linked with yours and my thoughts as paranoid as I remembered yours were.
My mental illness part of your genes
My burdens deep inside which were not there before you
You had to make me so like you that you broke me
Now not only am I a product of your loins but a product of your destruction
Innocence was something I thought you would cherish not destroy
You were my blood, my last hope, my final dream of something paternal
Father you lied to me, you tore me apart when you took away my innocence
Now you live through my mind and my soiled abused body
You disgust me and you have taken away the very last part of who I am
I wish Id never met you!
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Re: Father
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by Jacquelynne on
Thursday, 17th February 2005 @ 03:07:10 PM AEST
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