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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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