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Tuesday, 19 February 2008 | | |
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I once had a father.
A very clever and funny father whom everyone liked.
He was tall with light dark hair, brown eyes and
liked every sport, just as me.
I always did my best because i wanted him to love me so.
Just as I did - loved him very much.
As far as i can remember the father seemed
to feel likewise...in the beginning.
But one day there was an accident, even though
it wasn't my fault i became the reason due to my father.
Through the fists of my father I got to know a
new friend who was called Anger.
And today Anger is my only friend. And hate.
Because with Anger came his friend Hate along.
Then the father dissapeared. Left me all alone.
I tried to find my beloved father, even after all
he had done i loved him deeply, without any luck.
Not a single trace I found.
So I seeked myself to Anger and Hate even more.
But then he came back....
But to my dissapointment only to look
after my relationship with Anger and Hate.
He made the bound stronger between us and then he
dissapeared again. And so it has been continue for years.
I guess I'm just a bump in the road to drive by and sometimes
stop for a short visit to see how life's going.
I guess I'm noting more, nothin less than that.
He doesn't know how to care about me, because I'm just worthless.
He doesn't care about me! He can't! He doesn't! He won't!
Never asking, never caring, never trying, never facing the truth.
Never.
So it's I, Hate, Anger. And so it is.
I guess two of the three of us has found