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Whiskey. Willie. Your god damned hanging on.
You look at empty spaces just as you look at me.
Nothing. Then Someth … No. Nothing.
Go on. Go. Please.
For your loving wife.
For your daughter. On the edge of a cliff.
For you. Most of all. For you.
To death, Father. To death.
I love you. To death.
they fixed your liver but broke my heart equal switch in the eyes of science and my inner scars are deeper than your outer memories of pain I used to love you and still do but you killed me and us slowly as you healed and shrank and stopped watching me as I [...]
No one can tell you when to grieve Anymore than when to Love Both rush in without the asking Or creep upon you slowly with a dagger and a smile The blade slides in smooth long cold and slowly turns Giggle Moan Weep like a child Vanity sports
Whiskey. Willie. Your god damned hanging on. You look at empty spaces just as you look at me. Nothing. Then Someth … No. Nothing. Go on. Go. Please. For your loving wife. For your daughter. On the edge of a cliff. For you. Most of all. For you. To death, Father. To death. I love [...]