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Tasha Micheal


Dad You Hurt Me

You never there
I know you dont even care

You think things are all fine
But this has messed with my mind

I have a hard time trusting guys
You feeled my head with lies

i barely know your name
Wake up, this is my life not a game

Sadly i was born with the quallities of you
Your trarts are in me now my momm hates me to

Hope your glad you messed up my life
The pain feels shaper then a knife

* By: Tasha*

Submitted: Wednesday, November 16, 2005

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  • Duncan Wyllie (2/6/2006 1:36:00 PM)

    Dear Tasha
    This is very moving. I also have some issues about my father but have learnt: You can forgive but you don’t forget and I believe that in every tragedy there are lessons to be learnt. I hope you can forgive so that you can move on...Stronger and wiser and without the hate that holds you down. Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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