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Dear Masculinity,

I am not here to call you hyper or toxic

I just want to talk 

I think you owe me that much 

Since you’re the reason why my father died

you heard me right

You killed my father. 


He was only seventeen

He was a child still deserving of love  

He wasn’t steel  

He wasn’t stone

He was human and a bullet proved that. 


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