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I can't take this I'm gonna break deep thoughts falling into the abyss of sorrow looking ahead towards tomorrow but theres no light at the end of this tunnel i can't stand it are you happy that you've done this to me now i can't stand the ******* sight of you the look your smell everything about you disgusts me churns my stomach your empty promises pierce right through me like a needle through a vest or my bullet through your chest your history you mean nothing to me and you try to call yourself a father but yet you won't even call why? thats all i want to know i want reasons not excuses I've grown to old for 'em there getting useless i see right through 'em i'm not stupid its your loss ill get through this but you'll have to live with this I've done it a thousand times before you'd say you come i'd sit and wait but not even get a call I'm done wasting my time i gotta let go before i commit a crime by the way dad i miss you.. but you've blown that now your chances are done and now i'm sitting behind this gun waiting for you to bite the bullet so all these lies and deceit will end no longer will i have to wait for it to amend goodbye..
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Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 12:00 PM UTC
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I can't take this I'm gonna break deep thoughts falling into the abyss of sorrow looking ahead towards tomorrow but theres no light at the end of this tunnel i can't stand it are you happy that you've done this to me now i can't stand the ******* sight of you the look your smell everything about you disgusts me churns my stomach your empty promises pierce right through me like a needle through a vest or my bullet through your chest your history you mean nothing to me and you try to call yourself a father but yet you won't even call why? thats all i want to know i want reasons not excuses I've grown to old for 'em there getting useless i see right through 'em i'm not stupid its your loss ill get through this but you'll have to live with this I've done it a thousand times before you'd say you come i'd sit and wait but not even get a call I'm done wasting my time i gotta let go before i commit a crime by the way dad i miss you.. but you've blown that now your chances are done and now i'm sitting behind this gun waiting for you to bite the bullet so all these lies and deceit will end no longer will i have to wait for it to amend goodbye..
michael-mcbride
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Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 12:00 PM UTC
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