No matter the "tough"words I sometimes say, No matter how long I've felt unwanted, I still quench this overwhelming drive to make you proud.

Though we share the same blood, through the talk of the town, and the stabbing in the back, plus all the other forces close to you driving us apart, a rekindled connection of a once promising father and son relationship is so far off in the distance, I don't know if it'll ever be okay again.

Until then, I'll continue to eat shit while I attempt to make you proud.

Thanks for the memories.

- Black Sheep-
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