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To my Father:
You know, there are only so many times you can hurt your son. You have used those times two fold. There is no love left in this heart for you. To me, you are just another person. Maybe if you cared more about your son and daugther and not as much about your money, businesses, and your elitest bullshit, maybe you could truly call me son. I think things are better this way.
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