My bastard soul could not be tamed. All the lies of for he was full of. I am God's fuck up. Lost my two darling kids. Under deep, deep depression since they were taken away. Their smiles, giggles, laughs, cries, tantrums, made me proud to be a father...until I let myself slip. I cut up my ankles for the wretched fool I believed was my friend. He still tried his best at me. He failed. I kept my strength up for my kids, hoping one day I get them back. Why am I the fallen angel....left with only a single memory of his kids? I am simply left..a photograph.
