Dad
I'm sorry I couldn't love you. Child's tears reflected in bathroom mirror, the child promises he'll be strong enough to hate, to never forgive. He is weak now, small and fat, weak. Tall child now, still too weak to love. Wishes he had those tears again so he could make a new promise.
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Love women, men, and rebellion.
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