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freedom
Contributed by
little_genna
on
Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 10:57:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Freedom
He never was any good to me.
Only occasionally interested in seeing me.
Drink seemed more of a better option.
Yet would I cause a stir if I asked for papers of adoption
That could never be done.
Even though he’s been so drunken.
He still will not let go.
Even though I do not want to know.
Does this make me the bad one?
He was this way when my life begun.
As you might have guessed this is about my father.
So this could not be any harder.
This is my plea for freedom.
Yet this is too hard to gain,
All I want is freedom.
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Re: freedom
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by alecfernadez on
Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 12:13:52 PM AEST
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| Drunken parents are worsed. I dont think that the next generation of kids will be suitable as parents, because of how badly theirminds were screwed up by their parents and parents before their parents. Brilliant write |
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Re: freedom
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by Daniela_Maria_Violin on
Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 12:54:55 PM AEST
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| sad but very good genna... I liked it |
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