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An open letter to my birth dad,
First thing I want to say is thank you.
Thank you for being such a pathetic piece of shit that you left us
Thank you for being just another customer to my mother
I yearn to love ones kiss,
to enforce a sweet time of bliss,
a sorrowful ache upon my heart
which leaves me to miss my lover's embark.
I swifly move on
to a trail of your thoughts,
As I whispered sweet nothings
into your ear
and held you closely
as you cried,
I fell unbearably slowly
into a deep love with you
from which I knew
I would not return.
I keep over thinkingAnd I give myself problemsThese problems only exist in my mindBut my mind won’t shut upSo I continue to have these problemsThat aren’t even real
