Dear Dad,
It hurts. All of this hurts. Sometimes I want to give up. Top stop having to deal with everything. But most importantly: to get back at you. To be able to retire death in your face and hope you feel like hell knowing you caused it. Well guess what dad? You've already killed me. I'm no longer capable of happiness, our trust, it knowing their love of a 'father'. You failed. You killed me.
Sincerely, an Empty Shell
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Poems...
Poetryjust some poems from me, where no one has ever gone before. but be careful in there... the demons might catch you too.
