What starts with the letter a that can cause pain in your mouth

What starts with the letter a that can cause pain in your mouth?

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I’m writing an apology letter to my dad, please read and tell me if it sounds okay?

Q: DadI don’t really know where to start, I have so much to say but no where to begin.It’s been a hard five years for you and mum, the worry i have put you both through, the pain, the upset, it has been so hard for you all. And all this misery was caused because of my selfish and unreasonable behaviour.I can’t explain my actions, neither justify them. And to be honest dad, I dont even know why i chose the path i did. Why i never went to school, why i stayed out all hours of the night, sometimes not returning for days on end. Why i didn’t respect you, or why i have never respected you. I dont understand it myself, why i do these things that hurt you so much.I’ve stole, lied and bad mouthed you. And that i can never take back, as much as i so want to.You’ve been the only ones that have stuck by me, loved me unconditionally, trod on egg shells in fear of loosing me. You are the only onesthat have truely cared for me, catered for my needs and genuinely want whats best for me.And everytime i try to change, i throw it back in your faces. I do want to change so bad, I do want to be a good daughter, the one you imagined i’d be when i first came into this world, I want to be the daughter you’re proud of.But then I don’t think, i simply dont think and then it all goes wrong. I dont think about the consequences, the hurt and pain you may feel as a result of my actions and before i know it i’ve done wrong and i’ve made you dissapointed.Maybe up to a year ago dad i simply wouldnt of cared. I didnt care about anyone but my friends, not even myself. And now i cant ever take back the horrid and unbeleivable things i do/done, no matter how hard i try to block it out and move on, its never going to go away and i cant take in how such a young person like myself can make such a mess of my life in such a short space of time.When I lied to you about my driving lesson, which is a minor in comparison to the many things i have done, i cried. I cried so hard, kicking myself because i couldnt beleive i did such a thing. I cried because i have tried so hard to change and there i go and ruin it all as per usual. I cried because i realised i bring nothing but badness to you and in my heart i know i am a good person, I do have good intentions dad, i just do not go about them in the right way. I cried because i hate myself, i hate what i’ve done to you, i hate the fact that i’ve always been the bad child, i hate ME.But i love YOU so dearly, with all my heart and soul, more than anything in this world and it hurts so bad when i cant show you that love because i dont know how to, i cant show you how much i care, how much i want you to be proud. I hate the fact that im always dissapointing you every other week and never doing things to make you happy. You never smile at me anymore dad, and all i feel is upset when the realisation kicks in.I know when i was born you were so happy to have a baby girl and you never planned me to be like this, your only daughter. I’ve treated you terribley, and when i think about it, i know it isnt the right thing to do, but i want to run away. Run away as far as possible from you, so i cant hurt any of you again. I dont do it intentionally, i dont even realise im doing it until i see the upset on your face and by then it is way too late.We have had two talks that i can remember when we were both like “this is it, its going to change” but me being typical me, i ruin the pact i make with you, which i genuinly mean when i say im going to change. Thats the reason why i’ve sent you this email dad, to tell you that things are going to change, things are going to get better, this time it is different.I don’t know why ive acted the way i have in the past, but i sincerely want to figure it out and become a better person.Im going to show you how much you mean to me, do the little things that make you smile inside and out, I going to make you proud.Im going to make decisions, good decisions, that will benefit us all and in the long run, make you a happier man.But im asking for one last chance from you, just to show you that im being real, that i truely mean what im saying.I love you dad, i’m going to be your small cheese, your sweet p, your number one girl again. Im going to make you smile like you once did and im going to love you more than i ever have.I respect, honour and treasure you and mum, you mean the world to me. Stuff that, more than the world, more than life itself.Renee x

A: Renee,I read your letter and as a father of 4 (only one daughter)… your letter brought me to tears. My daughter is only 9 and has been a very good little girl, but I can imagine myself in your father’s place and it’s heart-breaking. If I received your letter from my daughter, no matter the past, I would open my heart and my arms to welcome her back. I read the answers some of the others left, some were very hurtful, others were just plain mean. No one can expect you to be perfect and your father certainly doesn’t. You will have times when you make mistakes. Learn to listen to your parents. Hear what they say and learn from the lifetime of experience they have. Love them. Love yourself. Let the past flow away like a river.May you have a blessed lifetime.If you’d like advice on this, you can write me – [email protected]

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Q: I post some of this late last night…it’s a story about a first date…anyway let me know if you like it, it’s a little long but it’s worth, plus you must be bored you’re on here to start with, lol.A BEGINNINGS ENDINGI’m nervous with excitement, got sweaty palmsas I stand waiting with a slight grin and ready armswaiting for that first embrace of our first datein the worst way wondering how her words tasteready to round first base one touch sends shockwavesthrew my senses, in a sinful world I’ve found repentanceso I open and shut her door then we exchange pleasantrieslike she likes my leather seats and how strange the weather bewhile I hope she’s not catching me, looking at her breast in that dress it’s a recipe for ecstasy yes indeed we speeddown the freeway but we’re strolling down memory lanetalking about the first time we ever met, both remember it plainI was playin’ in front of the jungle gym in elementary, eventuallyI grew up watching her juggle men but I thought she was meant for me…And here we are in a car on a way to dinner and a movieI’m hanging on to every word each sentence moved meI stupidly keep excusing thee, trash that she’s gotta pile her feet init’s been a wild weekend, didn’t have time for sleepin’ let alone cleanin’still I’m seein’ she’s seemin’ to be feeling my energy…sparks flymy heart tries to slow it’s beat knowin’ we are goin’ to eat so with arced eyesI start my speech I’ve been preaching in the mirror for years tryingto say the right words…CRASH!!!Suddenly a bright blur I heard squealing tires and gears grindin’my ears chimin’ , tears cryin’ and I think I hear sirens then I just curled uphurled lunch realized the world sucks cause my clothes stained with my girls blood… I’m gaining my composure while thinkin’ I strained my shoulder and glassshards so sharp they slashed gashes in my back and maimed ______’s lower halfI wanna hold her bad but she’s pinned and the buckle’s stuckso my bubble bust cause I seen how bad the car’s crumbled upI got my knuckles cut pulling frantic on the seat beltcar’s smoking I’m in a panic as more heat’s feltcussing God for the pain he dealt as the dirt and blood flewI start to feel a tug on my shirt too, my girl mouthed I love youI hold her close as I can as I told her about my plan…“see tonight’s the first night of the rest of our life with me as your man”but I can feel her hand, losing grip as I’m trying to hold it togetherstill I’m losing it, a lunatic, praying to the GOD I cursed that it gets betterwhile she’s telling me about how fate lead herhere for me, as she reached into her pocket…she handed me a sealed lettersaid it concealed ever deep affection of her heartI’m scared her complection’s turning dark I see cops sectioning offthe scene of the accident as she tries to whisperto me as I set by her side, she cried and asked me to kiss herfor the first and last time our begging was her endingI could feel magic captured, cause threw her lips her soul leap in mewhile mine’s left empty, my mind is tempting…Me to follow my girl but I get weak and just slump beside hercause the first kiss of the rest of our life was taken by a drunk driverso my tears flowing still knowing I did my best to save herbut by the time EMS showed…it’s to last for the respiratorand I’m left to savior, this bitter reality of us only together in my headwaiting to see you again….cause I never read what the letter saidthoughts and comments…would you like me to post more like this?NO, NO, NO…ahh that sucks, I had never heard that song before, honest to god, man…actually that’s the first cage song I’ve ever listen too, I’ve seen you and few more mention him but d@mn, lol…it’s hard trying to do something nobody else has. thanx for letting me know though.oh, I’m working on another one from the POV of a groomsman watching his best friend and secret crush/lover get married…that one ever been done berfore that you know of?

A: It’s good reminds me too much of “Subtle Art Of The Break Up Song” by Cage (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i33jAyGH9Rk&feature=PlayList&p=F6A7AE9A8D8D0AF7&index=0&playnext=1) you’ll see why. But still 8.7/10.