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My father and I are one in the same; according to some. He hates math, me too, but I believe there are more similarities than not. After all we have been through and got. Medications, prescriptions,
Feeling alone and cast off tears flow Black eyeliner stains my pale face I turn to my best of friends The straight edge razor blade
I tried to write poetry on my wrist but the blood spread and smeared and now I can't read a thing.
the tears erode my heart as the colorodo carved a canyon my life it fell apart when you died myself my faith abandoned