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Not just a bump in the road!

Your dad died. It's just another bump in the road of life. My dad was not a bump in the road. He was a sink hole in the middle Of my house. It was a 100 car pile up on the highway, And i'm the one on the bottom. My dad dying was not a bump in the road. It was a devestating loss. Don't tell me what I lost. Do t tell me to get over it. That I haven't had it that hard. My dad dying was my world falling apart. My Axis tilting. And that is what I lost. You sit there and act like life, Is some simple game. You can smile through, Because it's all sunshine and rainbows. It's not and I'm angry. I'm so angry he gone! I'm so angry he got taken from me, And my daughter. I'm so angry!!! That he died, And my alcoholic mother, Who treated me like trash, She's still alive. Don't tell me my dad dying, Was another bump in the road of life. To me, Him dying was the end of the whole world, As I knew it.
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CatacalysticEvent
28 / F / Between Here and There
Published
Oct 21, 2018
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A good friend of mine told me to suck it up, it's just life. And because I do great grade wise in nursing school I should be happy. But I do great because I stidy so much because I'm afraid to sleep. Or stop to think.

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