Love is not the word, that I should use for you, because when I think about you, my heart breaks in two. But hate is not sufficient, because it's not the way I feel although I never see you, my feeling are for real. When I am around you, I wonder why you're such a fool, and then a question comes to mind, why are you so cruel? When I pass you on the street, I wonder why you are so mean, you just don't seem to under- stand, I am only a 'teen'. But when you give me hugs and smiles, you only make me glad, and then i Simply ask myself, you call yourself my dad?
Reason for writing:
I really got mad at my dad, and it inspired me, I write well when I'm pissed
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