Dad Read Count : 42

Category : Poems

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I thought about you yesterday,
something I haven't done in awhile. 
Its proven hard to break away,
to hide behind a false smile.
Pretending not to give a fuck,
 to deceive myself. 
Because the reality I cannot stomach, 
the history repeating itself. 

Oh, how I once craved your affection! 
Now, the thought of your happiness makes my skin itch.
With a rusty blade you severed our connection,
without so much as a flinch.

And if one day you want to reunite;
Remove our transient memories from the shelf.
I believe it my birthright
to tell you to go fuck yourself. 

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