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My father's stony face Gripped with expressionless, death He just stares at me And I tear back The dirt feels too hard The world, too cold I'm saying sorry But everything just feels wrong I'm grieving for him But it's not him who's dead It's me
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Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Backwards Grief
My father's stony face Gripped with expressionless, death He just stares at me And I tear back The dirt feels too hard The world, too cold I'm saying sorry But everything just feels wrong I'm grieving for him But it's not him who's dead It's me
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21/M/Chicago IL
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
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