Note to me
Don't try to force it anymore, he's not worth it.
He lost his damn mind in every bottle on the floor.
Dear daddy never did listen past the first swig against his lips.
Time to travel up that dirt road again.
One day you will travel down it for the last time.
You are still young.
He still hates the wife he once had, the one that had left you with her eyes.
Your eyes are never the ones he sees Missy Sissy.
Don't cry again.
Tears won't crash through that stone heart of his.
He wont see the pieces he has left you in.
Smile pretty and walk with pride.
He will be a thing of the past.
You'll see Missy Sissy.
You'll see.
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