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My father was a broken man. Do you know a broken man? I could tell that he was not yelling at me from a better place emotionally and spiritually. Do you know a broken man? I knew as a toddler that I would never fit his mold. Since I didnt have to devote my wits to pleasing dad, it allowed my mind to drift. Do you know a broken man? And drift it did. But dad could never figure out how people without OCD, like myself, could live a fulfilling life in this world. Do you know a broken man? He knew only submission, to arbitrary ideals and authorities. Do you know a broken man?