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The first thing I want to say is I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I'm about to say. I'm a writer, as I think you know, so the easiest way for me to tell you how I really feel is to fill blank, white pages with my thoughts.

I wanted to write and say that I don't know the way I feel about you. I've tried to forgive you for everything you've done. The hardest part of that is that you won't admit you did anything wrong.

You weren't innocent, everyone else knows that. Why can't you face it? You'll have to some day. You can't lie to the One who can see all. You can't sugar-coat your words and actions to Him like you do to everyone else.

I was so young. I wish I had fought you more. I wish I had defended her. To my eternal shame and sorrow, I didn't. I was so afraid of you. I turned my back. I should have killed you. I should have torn at your face for what you did to her.

I have tried to imagine what I would do if you died. I have thought on it, strangely enough. To be honest, I don't think I would cry. I would feel pity for you. Pity that you never got to finish your stupid house.

How does it feel to get everything for nothing? I wouldn't know. I have always had to work for what I want. Do you even know how that feels?

In short, I don't know if I can forgive you in this life. There is too much pain. Too much hurt. Hopefully when I meet my true Father, I'll be able to see you for what you are and feel the pain no more...

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