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Dead to me
It was surprisingly easy to forget you; Though I always saw what they could not. The betrayal was ultimate. How could you do it To them? To us? I am ashamed to be your blood. There was no one day when I lost you. No car crash, heart attack, or phone call. It was worse. A dawning realization, like the sinking sun. That you were scum. A void fills my memory as if you never were. I feel nothing towards you now. A shadow in my past. You are not worth hating or worthy of pity. I wish you died before we discovered Who you really were. It would be easier to mourn you Than wish death on a stranger . I will piss in your ashes when you finally fall. You deserve nothing less. Eternally unforgivable, my father.
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