Letter to My Dad
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This is a bit personal but I have to start somewhere. I'm hoping this gives me some sort of liberated feeling. I've held my feelings in for so long and could never put them into words but today is the day I forgive and forget him. I know there are other people out there that feel the same way and I hope this helps you. Shit I hope it helps me.
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