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[aid] => mick
[title] => Father
[time] => 2005-02-17 14:24:18
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[bodytext] => Sometimes I look in the mirror and my stomach churns at my reflection Not at the appearance of myself, I know who I am But it’s what I see inside that part of you that made me My hands my face, my mind is all part of your creation My blood linked with yours and my thoughts as paranoid as I remembered yours were. My mental illness part of your genes My burdens deep inside which were not there before you You had to make me so like you that you broke me Now not only am I a product of your loins but a product of your destruction Innocence was something I thought you would cherish not destroy You were my blood, my last hope, my final dream of something paternal Father you lied to me, you tore me apart when you took away my innocence Now you live through my mind and my soiled abused body You disgust me and you have taken away the very last part of who I am I wish I’d never met you! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 13 [informant] => crickle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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