Father you are dead to me

by Chelsey   Dec 27, 2005


I trembled at your door wondering if i should ring the door bell or just go home. You opened the door and the smile on your face went to a frown and you just glared at me.
Where did I go wrong father?
You put me down all night and made me so upset. I found out why you did it! But that is no excuse to treat me the way you did. You are an alcoholic. You need help. And i need help with what you did to me!

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