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Friday, February 14, 2014

Dear Dad,

I want you to beg for my forgiveness
Like I have begged for your attention.
How could someone treat me better
In five months
Than you've treated me
In seventeen years?
I've waited for you to come home with roses
And I've waited for you to hug me after work.
I've waited for a gift on Valentine's day
That isn't chocolate
Which I've told you one hundred times
That I hated.
I've waited for you to tell me the good about myself
Instead of picking every bad thing
And hurling it at me
Whenever
You
Get
The
Chance.
I've waited for the love of a father
That I had no idea could be this amazing.
And there's only one reason that it's 99% 
And not 100,
And that's because
It's not you.

Seventeen years .

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