Draft three, Letter five
Dear Father,
You probably will never see this because you and mom hate each other now.
I guesstimate hatred runs in the family, but not towards others but towards myself.
I never really knew you because Mom was just a Summer fling for you, you didn't expect anything to come from it.
But geuss why something did.
You made sure to make sure that I knew I was a mistake and trust me I believe it now.
So thank you for teaching me to hate myself, Father.
Love,
Skylar
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