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The branch my mind stumbles on when I try to move
forward
The mental aberration that unknowingly guides my path
The ghost
that haunts me from the grave
Daddy
The past
The pain
The
rage
The love
He held my little hands and helped me walk
He awoke me
at night with the screams of my stepmother
And the sounds of thuds, and
slaps
He carried me, and told me he would die for me
He jaded me with the
scenes of madness and growing addiction
With his hands and a guitar he made
me music that brought tears to my childhood eyes
With his hands and a gun he
took his life one cold, January night
Forever proving my unworthiness
I
love you
I hate you
I miss you
