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Apr 2014
The day you got out of our bed you died to me
The drugs guided your footsteps out the doorway
And my heart shattered in a million pieces on the floor.
From this mess a seed was made and born.
Now he will grow up finding out what it means to leave.
You're going to miss all his firsts,
Because you're his last.
The one he'll never need.
When he sleeps,
I'll lie awake watching over those closed eyes,
And I'll pray he's alright.
He won't walk the same path as you.
He won't take the easy way out like you always do.
He'll be stubborn like me and always have to fight.
He will have a strong, but always broken mind.
Just look what we have done.
All that we destroyed he will have to build again,
Because, he was born into an evil world thanks to you and me.
I'd give my soul for his protection.
My life to save his.
I'll give up my dreams to make sure he lives out his.
I'll suffer depression to make sure he's happy and good.
So now tell me,
What will you ever do...?
Just like I thought.
Not a **** thing!
Because that's all you are or ever will be.
I guess having no dad is better than having a bad dad....:/ Right?
Ashley Rodden
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Ashley Rodden  32/F/Missouri
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