Hate 4/22/03
I bitterly dread growing up,
Not knowing who I may become.
Dreading, hoping, I will not become my father,
Which I hatefully remember.
Hoping I will not hurt, or crush a loved ones heart,
Like the father I hatefully remember,did.
Knowing, the father I hate, will never undo what has been done,
Or heal what he
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