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Every time he talks, I get scared. 

His words are fire. 

They hurt me. 

They scare me. 

They damage me. 

They bring me pain. 

When he enters the room, i am scared. 

I know he is trying to be a father. 

He tries and tries. 

 I know. 

He makes me cry. 

He makes my body cold. 

Every time he talks. I shake. 

I am paralyzed by his words. 

Makes me feel I have to be the perfect daughter. 

I am not perfect dad. 

I am a mess. 

Your'e daughter is a mess.