Aug 15
Left or right near the brink
doesn't matter what I think.
I lose a daughter to TDS.
CNN is her bent goddess.
She's dead to me forgot.
Fruit from my tree to rot.
doesn't matter what I think.
I lose a daughter to TDS.
CNN is her bent goddess.
She's dead to me forgot.
Fruit from my tree to rot.
In the morning I'll wake hungover and ashamed I denied my daughter her anger for me her abandoned father. I'll beg our forgiveness one more time.
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)
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