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That Girl

The Blame

To my father

Whose to blame?
Is it me?
For not giving you a chance
Or is it you?
For never making an effort
Is it me?
For resenting you for years
Or is it you?
For never even caring
Is it me?
For blaming the drink
Or is it you?
For having love for only the drink?
Is there blame?
Or is this how it was meant to be?
But how can it be meant to be?
You made me.
Yet i do not know your love.
You created me.
Yet I just cringe at the very thought of you.
So is it me?
For not accepting the drunk you are?
Or is it you?
For replacing your daughter for a drink.

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I bet

I could look at you forever. That’s my favorite thing to do. Look at you, when you think no one… You crinkle your eye brows when yo… I bet you didn’t know that.
Unfallen tears.

It’s pitch black. I am awake, alone. All I have are my thoughts. I think I think
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Those nights I hate. The nights where I can only think… Those nights filled with anger and… I hate those nights. The nights where I think that unb…
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The morning ear

This morning I listen. I hear my favorite folk music play… I hear the slow fat rain drops clu… I hear the steady breeze blowing t… I hear my fingers typing as my hea…
That little girl.

How could you? 17 years without the love of a fat… How can you think that is fair? I didn’t know any better. I mean, I let you.



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