A Father's Sins

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  • Dedicated to Dean Samuel Miller
                                    

Most of my life,

I've hated myself.

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I've woken up each morning,

To look in the mirror.

And all I see,

Is his damned face.

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I try so hard,

To change myself.

So that I may have some bit of difference.

~~

I've wondered,

If I was even born with a soul of my own.

If it were ever pure.

If it were ever innocent.

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I've wanted to bleed out his half of blood in me,

But there's too much of a risk.

~~

I try my best,

To hide the tears.

To hide my pain.

~~

I know this will never fade away.

I'll always curse myself.

And curse him.

~~

His sins will haunt me for years.

And I'll always...

Hate him.

~~

~Summer Miller

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