I'm gonna be okay. Because, I had you confused with all the things I wanted you to be.
I had you confused with all the things you have the potential to be.
I had you confused with the possibilities.
I had you confused with someone who deep down, really did care a whole, awful lot.
And who knows. Maybe you do.
But you're a boy. You're a child. You don't know how to express yourself.
It comes out as anger. As rage. As malice. It comes out as barbs and daggers.
And as for me, I am going to go be happy. Good luck with that, kiddo.
You're going to need it.
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