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Apr 2013
Dad hasn't been the same
since he found out about
                me
His eyes hold a deep sorrow
and the whiskey rarely sees
the cupboard anymore
permanently placed on
his nightstand where
my picture used to be
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*He blames himself, you know
Alexis Martin
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Alexis Martin
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