Despite how much tolerance my parents tried to teach me when I was younger, I still feel sick when I see my dad dressed in drag.
Me and my Dad were never close
I learned the guitar so we would have something in common.
He cries everytime I play
My dad was a bit of a bastard…
But I miss him every day
It’s been three years now, ‘dad’
(if you even deserve to be called that)
are you that fucking arrogant?
I wonder what you’re thinking about when you hold our son because I know you never wanted him in the first place.
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