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Dear Dad (Concrete) by liquidlama
How the f*** could you try and do that to you son; scream, slam and
break doors and furniture and brandish a gun. Then turn around and say
you love me. Somewhere inside somehow i felt it was true but love is
gone and you're the worst monster when your'e on those spirits and brews.
Stressful month on the job, have a few drinks. I can't ever forget the
night you choked mom by the sink, I had to pull you off. On vacation,
when you thought i was sleep, I heard you speaking of hos when you cheat.
fucked up fathers is a family disease, like a tumor you can't
remove cause it supports the tree.
Times passed and we're gladly away, now when you call and say I love
you its easier to reciprocate. Cuz we've had many great times and
memories, Its better to love you from far away.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.98
Weighted score: 5.9799976
Overall Rank: 1330
Posted: July 9, 2002 11:46 PM PDT; Last modified: July 9, 2002 11:46 PM PDT
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