A poem

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what a privilege to have a father still

I tell myself when he yells at me
for no obvious reason other than his

I know I will cry at his funeral
but it does not mean he was loving
or caring




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Julia Appa

Julia Appa

Just a 22-year-old BA English student who’s obsessed with writing. Instagram: juliaminus_romeo

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