D.A.D & S.O.N

To: My Distant. Astray. Donor

From: Your Sort. of. Nothing 

By: Cipher16

Even though we have met I never really saw you, picked up the phone but I never meant to call you...Dad...This can't be a loss cause times we never had, when I sought joy you only made me mad...Daddy, Dad, Father, Pops are the terms people use. But no energy between socket & plug who blew the fuse?...Intensity strong enough to break bones. A broken glass house resembles a relationship that no one knows, success I could not be you subliminally told me...Only a failure I am to you, a father? yea right! You are a phony, don't leave yet I have only begun, Hey! Here are some reasons I can't be your son, when I needed you the most you were never there even when I did good your sorry ass never cared...me being your first born never showed meaning, you treated me like Satan's spawn so the first time you turned your back on me I knew that you mean it...This is only an excerpt don't think that I am done. In conclusion of these episodes of someone's distant astray donor to a sort of nothing. You are a great D.A.D & I'm glad to be your S.O.N.

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