I hated my father,
— hated everything he'd done.
And then with age I became him,
Certain and the setting sun.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis
𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋
I hated my father,
— hated everything he'd done.
And then with age I became him,
Certain and the setting sun.
