Father, Monster
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I'm not gonna go into too much about my dad. But I just need to get my emotions out.
I wrote this series of couplets after a social worker came to see me about my dad. The social worker said that he couldn't do anything to help me. I realized that I couldn't punch him so I wrote a poem.
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