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A poem in the works about my early teenage years

When I was 13, I thought my Dad hung the moon.

When I was 14, I knew he was nothing but a drunk who I hated.

Amazing how one year can change you life.

Years gone by in anger and hate. Despiseing my parents for being who they were.

Hopeing I never turned into one of them! Praying I would be different.