It seems to be a draft that never saw the light of day
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I don't believe in fate I never did.

Everything I have done is out of anger spite and resilience...

But that's not a way to live.

When my partner died I was devastated ... left me alone with a child who was already spited by my inability to save him.

Knowing that her mother watched as a the man who stole her legacy what she had worked so hard for...

took one last love from the world...

I was never good alone... I'm bitter I'm stubborn im callus I'm calculating....

In the theft he stole that which was brought to my life spontaneity, whimsy, adaptability

He stole the warmth of my life...

...I tried my best to be warm for you Madison ...

... but an industrial furnace is not a replacement for a firepit..

Every day... you become more and more like him..

He would have been proud of you...

..I don't say it enough but. I'm Proud of you and I love you..

I'm sorry I pushed you away ...

I was so blinded by anger and ambition and loss...

I could not see the wonderful wildfire you always were...

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One day I hope you can forgive me...

One day I hope I can forgive myself...

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Just another one of the unfair burdens I put on you...

See us through to tomorrow ok...