lost soul
goodnight he says as he takes his pills
its like clock work at this point
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i wake up wondering if he will be there
goodmorning sweetheart will you make me coffee
here dad i hope its not to strong
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not physically sick just mentally sick
crying begging him to stop
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another day go by
thankful for yet another day yet i still look above and ask why
goodnight dad
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waking up i go to check
laying there cold what should have been my dad
a lifeless broken body
he couldn't stop but his heart couldnt keep going.
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