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  • Childhood

    dad

    why do i even try?
    knowing you dont care.
    i know asking to see you is too much for you.
    while i sit and wounder what i did wrong.
    woundering if you think of me as much as i think of you?
    i should have heard my family out.
    instead i thought i new it all.
    thought you was going to be here for me, and be my hero.
    but now i know i was wrong.
    and know how big of a low life you are.
    i wish you new how much you hurt me, and realize i do have feelings.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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