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if there’s a record for crying
my mom’s coming to take it
because my dad wants love
and what he has with my mother ain’t itthis is the man i looked up to
When I was young life was carefree I was drifting down the river of life just enjoying the breeze more importantly my family was whole I didn't think anything could go wrong but life is cruel sometimes and it knocks you down when you least expect
My Mother, is someone who...
Wouldn't be the person you would run to.
...Most of the time.
But my Father is.
My Mother, is someone who likes to tell you you're perfect the way you are,
Abnormalities and all,
Nineteen years ago,
Your son was born,
A beautiful boy with
Serious brown eyes and
Contempt for parental contact.
Seventeen years ago,
I entered the world,
An ugly pink piglet with
My heart hurts but all I can do is remember what it was it was like before
There was no pain
Not like this anyway
I was Happier
I was Kinder
I was Whole
Now I'm broken
SEPARATION
~Linus
Here they go again
All these fights won't ever end
The kids are crying. There's no more trying.
And your job needs you to work late
I see you walking out the door
