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I still live in the past

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I still live in the past

Dad, I’ll never know the relationship we could have had over the last 10 years not speaking. I couldn’t look you in the eye and feel safe anymore after the pain you put me through. Without your apology, I still live in the past. I’ve moved away and still miss what was never there. I keep your letter “Love you too much not to see you happy so please be happy and love me back! DAD” I’m not happy, but I love you too.

Words unspoken