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Jul 2016
I was trying to be better.
A better man,
A better lover,
A better husband,
A better father.

All for you.

But it was much too late for that.

The only family I’ve got left
Are empty bottles and journals

Telling stories of what happens
When a man has nothing left to lose.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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