
This is a collection of poems that I wrote directed at my father. I don't know how many there will be. I will add to this as I write more.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 191 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 03-02-13 - Published: 02-25-13 - id: 3104099
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there was rage
and sadness
and a sense of evil
permeated my soul.
you stole my childhood.
i told the police.
my mom sat next to me
trying not to cry.
innocence gone.
perverted child.
everyone around can see
the dirt on me.
i'm doing well.
how are you?
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