Every sob I hear ricochet on the walls across the house, coming from my mothers lips that kissed yours makes ever bone is my body break.
Seeing crystal-mimicking fluid leak from my mothers tired eyes, that you stared into while saying 'I do' makes me sick to my stomach.
You may be my father, and I do love you, but you break every bone in my body.
You make me sick.
I.R.G.
2/16/17
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