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Although you said you'd always love me, you moved far far away. And your body being gone wasn't nearly as bad as your rotting interest and your bland desires for me weren't good enough to convince. Tick tick tock tock, and all this time I thought of you as special but everyone knew that you are not. A bag of bones and salty red water, wrinkles, moles and freckles, I used to think the whole wide world of you, your young sweet daughter, but now you are a fucking fraud a mad man trapped in fickle dreams. I don't think your words are like magic, your hugs don't keep me safe and your eyes are just as shallow as your dreams. I used to think you'd stop the world for me but all the effort you put was for the image of you, a tall warm 'stranger' with riches to share and every time I pulled new clothe over my skin, you missing from my parents evenings was cloaked. With every random gift, the absence of your wisdom was forgotten. With every meal you didn't cook, the daily need for your company was sifted away. However it was never going to be enough, all the faint, ghostly memories of actually having a dad, the most I recall are the long phone calls to others that you held. The snoring Saturdays and Sundays, the lazy lazy weeks, the 33 second conversations the 3 response texts. The day trips that soon excluded me as soon as you lost the sparkle in my eyes. The sarcasm that mingles instead of real life bonding, you don't know me and I don't know you. It's a wonder we even do this at all.
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