a vent of many vents

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TW for mum- mentions of him indirect, mentions to direct memories of his

There's always going to be half of him in me. Because biologically, I am his daughter and that makes sense.

But it's also in the way that i lash out and that my emotions go to extremes.

It's in the way that I find comfort in tattoos.

It's in the way that my dialect is half British with words like chips, fizzy and trolley.

And not to mention I have a bit of his memories too- Chalk drawings from my older sister, the Pooh Bear costume, and
sitting on the stairs while watching videos they had sent with just this massive smile.

Some of these are positive. But I hate the way that he's a part of me. He's a bad guy and I hate that I can never not be connected to him.

The good memories are how I want to remember him, and I hope that's okay..

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