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Paternal


Before you died you haunted me An imaginary grip so tight I couldn't breathe The imprint you left Was like a fresh handprint on concrete Reminding me of a daily defeat It's like I will use the pain As a means to escape the emotional game A form of self hate But at least the scars fade While it would be healthier to let it all out My screams are masked my echos of self doubt Playing on repeate Reminding me sow what we reape
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