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He was my father, but he was never my dad

When he left I thought my mother was finally free

He told me never to open the door for strangers but I didn't know one day I'd also stop opening doors for him

He made me realize that even on my worst days, I really only had myself

And in the end, he will never change

Once a narcissist and abuser, always
a narcissist and abuser

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