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Where are you Daddy?


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God is second

to this - my mind.


Darkness at core

teaching survival


My negativity was born here

soon replaced


Cynics call me cynical

in their wretched way


Hurtful heros; buried deep

my chest, my hole


I dreaded the day...

you hated my ways


But you saw none of what I am

what I've become


Is shaped by you, through you

by you, I am


Failing and falling and sinking

my hole, my trap

my cave.


Your dust

it taunts me


To be more

or less; the same.


My mind's eye shows you unblemished

but the bottle took care of that


In your last breath

you were as absent as I


Where are you Daddy?

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