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Dad
I shouldn't hate you
For you have taught me
What hurt is physically.
You mantled a smile
To teach the definition of lies
'Oh you wore it so crookedly.
When I was 9 you treated me
Like a daddy should only treat mummy.
You taught me how to fear.
So when the night turned cold
And my bruises ached
Your name would burn, and warm my tears.
For you have taught me
What hurt is physically.
You mantled a smile
To teach the definition of lies
'Oh you wore it so crookedly.
When I was 9 you treated me
Like a daddy should only treat mummy.
You taught me how to fear.
So when the night turned cold
And my bruises ached
Your name would burn, and warm my tears.
Published 3rd Sep 2011
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Anonymous
3rd Sep 2011 7:05pm
a kind of sad write
30th Dec 2019 11:38am
I love this
could I share this in my lecture next week [therapy writing, Sunderland Uni UK]?
could I share this in my lecture next week [therapy writing, Sunderland Uni UK]?
