my father hates me. he always has - from the moment of my birth I have intruded upon his happiness and personal fortune. He reminds me of this daily but I let him do it. With every breath I take, I recall how much he hates my very essence.
I've been trying to overcome the furnace of his loathing for years and years and I am losing the fight right now.
how's that for self pity? 
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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