Dear Dad
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Complete Sat, Mar 12, 2016<5 mins
A poem I wrote for my dad.
(back story: my dad didn't want me. I never got to meet him. he was a really messed up person. He did drugs and drank, and he refused to get help for his mental problems as well as go to rehab. When I was ten I discovered that he killed himself. it completely shattered the hope of getting to meet him. I wrote this to help move on.)
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