conversations

seven

they say it's always darkest before the dawn

but all the times just seem to be gone

he was a criminal, he was a con

but through this dark time, i must carry on

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i called my dad for the first time in years

it's been a while since he left me in tears

but being alone is my greatest fear

so this tension i must clear

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"hello?" was all his fragile voice said

but this was all too much, so from that phone call i fled

hung it up, confrontation i dread

i guess that our relationship is at its end