Daddy

January 5, 2014

Finishing a case of beer was never a problem for you

As you always practiced emptying the bottles during your free time.

The different you that I despised came out as you became drunk.

Humming old lullabies that you used to sing to me when I was a little girl sickened me but,

Even though you changed and broke my heart like the empty bottles, I still love you, daddy.

Rest in peace.

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