You waltz into town in your camouflage clothing, holier than thou, taking charge like you actually give a damn. Months go by and you don’t call your dad and you don’t support your family. When the end is near, you come in and act like you are the keeper of the family, the king of our little kingdom, the person to whom all should run to and bow down to. I resent that you take credit for the messed we’ve cleaned, the tears we have shed and the support we have given as a family, and you still don’t care.
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