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Owed to my daddy


Scribbling words and notes

that get so hard to swallow

like pills flowing out of all these little orange bottles

I'm choking more and more

but they keep coming full throttle 

daddy daddy get a good look at your daughter. 

She's almost grown

almost gone

She doesn't even notice those tears on your face

cause she wasn't good enough cause

to you she was just a disgrace. 

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