into a family I was born in, but not apart of a family that was but wasn’t dad the center of the family the cause of so much pain felt your hand felt your belt the caress of rage what made you hate the children of your loins yet hate the mother more and hurt the children because fearful dark childhood with little to redeem dim memories of past a family that was but wasn’t
Reason for writing:
in memory of my childhoodBirth sign: Not entered
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