Who I Am Read Count : 16

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When they called me by the name of my father

Did they understand how much that hurt?

He lives his life to the fullest, unbothered

That he created a family but the marriage didn't work.

I used to deny his existence in me

Until I grew up and made my first love cry.

She's gone but the tears flow endlessly

As I watch the solid and beautiful wither and die.

I am the first generation of a con artist

My entire existence was built on scams.

I never hated my father (he probably tried his hardest),

I hate that he is exactly who I am.

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