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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
sometimes A Love can be Nonexistent yet
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
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