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Father More than a job More than a title Your role is supposed to be vital I get that your past was rough But why am I not good enough? Why do y..

No tissues needed No tears have fallen When just waking up leaves me weary When did things start feeling so dreary? I feel neither sorrow nor glee..

My eyes are glued to you Worried about your next move I panic the second you leave my sight Did I hide the knives? Did I hide the pills? Did I t..