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Nov 2013
emanating the stench of alcohol
you used the key to your heart
and it was opened;
pent-up emotions poured out
heartfelt words
sentiments
memories
poured out of your mouth
like the way water would flow off a tap
you said that you were proud of me
you told me to take care of myself
( i was confused, i was scared )
your eyes got coloured from white to red
little droplets of liquid forming over your eyeballs                                  
( i did not know what to do )

i watched as molecules of alcohol fed you to the angels (or perhaps, demons) of sentiments.

(d.b.)
This happened today, and I just felt like writing a poem. I'm scared and I don't know if my dad will actually love me, if he knew who I really was.
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