a better version

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thou ponder, knowing
your father loves you, he does
though is unable to possibly love
what is so central to your core,
what makes you innately you
he could never truly be fond of it
for my father, he loves me
but he does not like me
seems like an awful waste of love

- a better/improved version of something I wrote a few weeks back?

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