from the first time i understood what a father is supposed to be i realized you were like a father to me you would pick me up and comfort me when i would fall when you left i sat and cried in the front hall now i realize, i haven't wrote you a letter i've treated you like my irish setter but i'm better, cause i see that the way you are was the way you were raised, my russian czar my father, how i love you even though my lifestyle you couldn't escape or ever know i honor you with love, but i'm afraid that when you find out my preference you'll knock me flat but its what i chose, its what i do youre my father and i'll always love you so sick of the stigma that seems to come attached i wish you were here with me but thats latched and bolted to the floor, and if you never speak to me at the shore i'll cry till i can't cry anymore.
Reason for writing:
my father is in prison. he's SUPPOSED to be paroled when i'm 36. he may get out earlier, though...
Birth sign: Aries
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