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Dad.

I’m sorry, Dad, 

that you’re so immature. 

I’ll be glad to let you know 

if they find a fucking cure. 



But other than that, 

don’t talk me. 

I don’t want you in my life, 

so please don’t plea.



I’m sorry, Dad, 

that you can’t see. 

You were never right. 

You never helped me. 



I’m sorry, stranger, 

but you are no longer my dad. 

I don’t care how you feel 

cause I’m so fucking glad.
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