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I drank all day,

and smoked all day, 

so, I’m not hungry. 

I take you out. 

You order your meal alone. 

I don’t talk

Nothing sounds good from my lips

I stare at you 

I answer questions 

Somehow you love me more 

Honey, I wish you stayed. 

You left for the country. 

I cried at the train station, 

alone with all the other fathers. 

I guess I was for you. 

I can’t stand to be in my room

So I write this for you outside.