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fathers_day
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lulie
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I have nothing good to say.
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020616
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daxle
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with no father only memories
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020616
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birdmad
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there would be a measure of ambivalence between us if he was still here he would be proud of my successes but disdain me for my failings and my sins (god only knows how he would react to the things i kept secret as time and death were creeping up on him) we loved each other, but there was always something to fight about...this i suppose is almost universal anyway, if he was here and we were up to it, i would sit back with "The Old Man" and have a beer
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020616
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kill rhythm
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a father's love, a push and shove bloodstains on your swollen face the tears you suck back throughout his attack his cordial embrace so come on and act like its nothing only lasts for one second a momentary sting when you are drunk and you beat her up death is one step closer with each malicious swing look in my eyes but this time it has changed, cause my rage you have engaged, and your daughter's will is getting stronger. the lacerations, the bruise, all the mental abuse, won't go on any longer. so come on, act like its nothing only lasts for one second, a momentary stin when you are drunk and you beat her up death is one step closer with each malicious swing your whipping girl has had enough
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020617
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peyton
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"You didn't call your father. He noticed." he didn't notice when he broke my bones he didn't notice when he took it all he didn't notice when he took my birthday away he didn't notice when he made me destroy my most prized possessions but it's my fault I didn't call I'll lie and get him a card
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020617
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blamethesky102
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my mom made me sign the card, and i think "we" got him something, but don't ask me what. he wasn't even home. and neither was i.
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020618
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silentbob
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Yeah. i was in rochester on fathers day
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020618
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blamethesky
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why didn't you give me a call bobby?
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020619
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silentbob
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i didnt know ya numba
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020804
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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