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Slam the Door, Walk Right out of My Life
One more time
Just one more time
You think you can come back to me
Like nothing ever happened
No
I slammed the door in your face and built a wall so that way I can’t be reached
Your bags and suitcases stumbling the same way I lived my life
Stumbling
Falling and rolling down this torturous game of life
But you were never here to see that
No
You were too busy blinded by uncertainty
Blinded that we share DNA
Blinded by the fact that I’m his daughter
The he who left on November 2nd 2002
In a ditch
Surrounded by car parts
He who left us because he had decided to drink and drive
Look at what a great job you did of raising him
For him to cause so much destruction
Carelessly ending his own life
I’m glad I don’t have you in my life
You would've raised me to cause chaos
No
I was raised by a loving mother
And only a mother
I didn’t have her other family to support me
They don’t love me
And I sure as hell didn’t have you to be my family either because
You don’t love me
And you weren’t there working endlessly to provide for me
You didn’t work to put a meal in front of me everyday
You weren’t there when 70 hours of work still wasn’t enough
And when the lights were shut off, no touchscreen available, and no television to watch, you weren’t there to light the candles
Laughing, playing, enjoying life at its worst
With the person who you love the most
My mother
The one who raised me to be independent and to live my life freely
To not have to rely on anyone else
To not have my heartbroken by anyone
And watch them walk
Right out the door and leave
Just
Like
You did
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On November 2nd, 2002 my father has died from a car crash when I was 6 months old. His family had ignored the letters that were sent to them by my mother, who tried to have them apart of my life. When I was 8 they finally decided to meet me for the first time, that was the last time I ever saw them. They do not believe I am his child, but I see myself in him. My nose, my chin, my ears too all resemble his. I believe I am his child, but I do not consider them family after walking out on me.