InheritanceA Poem by August
At 5 i used to climb you and comb your hair
Classes skipped so we could play until you couldn't bear How i got my first doll at 9, im scared of it now And how you held me close at that haunted house Now you're a selective mysogynist who shames his daughter I almost believed you because you kissed my head in forever Last time you did that resulted in 4th of February Your idea of fixing things is drinking til you die But father i hate you- because i truly never can © 2025 AugustAuthor's Note
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Added on November 9, 2025 Last Updated on November 9, 2025 |

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